when the wind blows

she pulled her knees close
not in fear
in delight
the rushing sound
freight trains through trees
storm clouds dancing
sent her heart soaring
let others live becalmed
the pilgrim's path
though sure is not safe
though lone is not lonely
when billows roll
she faced the wind
head on
and rose
only those who fly
know the thrill
so rage on
crash and blaze
she was made for this
cages and disuse destroy
battles polish her glory
when the clouds
finally clear
all will be well