Howling past the square shaped window.
Sitting on the edge of his bed, he listened to it continue.
Calmly passing through, with a slight push.
Having no impact on him, he continued to toke on that kush.
Gazing outside, he observed the trees.
The leaves on the branches glistening, as they were swayed with ease by a breeze.
Images formed in his head as he lost himself staring.
As a gale passed by, he was brought back to reality seeing that his joint was flaring.
You can lose yourself in the wind.
Keep yourself steady as you go through it with a grin.
Itarow Krähe 