"The wind that shows me it's real"
The wind that shows me it's real
When I travel in the forest, I look up to the distance
I look way ahead, and think to myself-
This must be a painting, it could not be real!
Then, a wind blows, and the trees swing a little
The birds upon them rise up, to find a more stable place to rest on
That's when I know it's real, and I'm content
Sometimes in life, you need to go on seemingly impossible quests
Wait for that wind,
Let the wind reassure to you it's in your reach
It's real! It's vivid in front of you!
Go at it, whatever it takes!