Hate Not the Wind — A Poem In the Style of Walt Whitman’s “Song of Myself”
I celebrate the life that is mine,
I love, I revel in the beauty of the world,
I’m human, I laugh, I cry.
I lie down beneath the wind,
I relax and let my mind wander, watching the clouds go by,
I reach for the wild blue, high above the land, far beyond the reach of one’s hand.
I am like a drop of water,
Calm and tranquil, like a lake beneath the moonlight.
I am like a raging waterfall,
Wild ferocity, rising fury.
Unpredictable, yet constant,
True as the rising and the falling of the sun.
When I’m by myself, I’m but a single raindrop,
Together, a roaring, mighty downpour,
Crashing bursts of thunder, flashing pulses of lightning,
The rainstorm both blights and blesses.
Hate not the wind,
The rain, the tempest,
What follows is a symphony,
Silence, stillness, and tranquility.Tags: Okemos High School