This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at MSU chapter.
The streets lie empty, as golden sunlight pours from the skies
Clouds travel across the land, as the wind carries them forward
The wind- the lone traveller amongst the stillness
Propelling the seasons forward, offering assurance that life carries on
High above the world, the wind watches
Guarding the trees
Or descending upon them with thunder and lightning
Deep in the ground, the flowers begin to emerge
Joining the grass up above
The wind pushing april to bloom
And planting the seeds from which summer grows
Even when the streets lie empty
Even when the world sits still
And the wind dances alone.