Strong winds tug, setting you free
pull you up, push you down.

Some dangers demarked
Large buildings loom on the horizon
desperate raptors struggling against
sharply cutting winds.

Just knowing how to fly
Should overcome fears, inherent
in those who have lived with gravity,
or listened to their teachers.

Only a dreamer would try
to fly where turmoil waits.
The others all know what will happen,

Recklessness sets me free;
freedom is reckless.
No justification needed.
I have only zephyr needs.

Violent winds call you out to play,
The future to awake, awaiting.

An"ti*cy`clone (#), n. Meteorol.

A movement of the atmosphere opposite in character, as regards direction of the wind and distribution of barometric pressure, to that of a cyclone.

-- An`ti*cy*clon"ic (#), a. -- An`ti*cy*clon"ic*al*ly (#), adv.


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