The Sky is free

The sky is free.
It's essence calls to me
On a warm sunny day.

When the wind starts to blow
I already know
I will soar.

A storm approaches during day.
Still I do not delay
In a yearning to be one with the wind.

I take a deep breath
And in flows life
What a natural high.
Body is on the ground
But mind and spirit are in the sky.

Onward the wind will blow.
And when it's time to die
My spirit will remain eternal
in the sky.

What will that be like?