Wind

Wind was walking along the paths of the green field.

I wanted to see this walk but it could not be possible.

Only flowers and grass were showing the way of the wind.
They were rustling along the pathway of its soft steps.

I asked the wind to make me its companion.
The wind laughed at my words.

“You should be a cloud for that,” the wind whispered to me,
“I do not need people as friends.”