Shes Like The Wind Poem by Aiyanna Ortiz

Standing on the top of the highest hill
with the wind blowing threw her hair
running down the dirt street to feel the
rush a air against face
never stand in one stop to long it boring
after awhile flying threw the forest she
knows all the path by memories
never to get lost never once
the mud splashes from the tires of
the four wheeler mud on her cloth just
makes her laugh even harder
being carefree for a few second in life
is what makes all the difference
shes like the wind always moving one
bigger and better thing
never settle for what she has
make life more enjoyable