Jolly


The most jolly existence in this world is that of the wind. Maybe its attributable to its nomadic lifestyle. Always blowing, somewhat cocky, shaking everything on its way. Making its presence felt not by form but by impact. 

Carrying with it the scents of earth, and roses and dirt. 

Does it envy us? Does it dwell homes? Guess we’ll never know! 
envy you, dear winds!

Word prompt: Jolly

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