The Nonconformist Culture

I roam where the mountain kisses the sky,
No chains on my wings, no anchors that tie.
In forests that whisper, where moonlight divides.
A soul of the wind, where the current resides.

No tether can hold me, no wall can confine,
I drift with the stars and drink from the pine.
Like echoes of thunder, I’m wild and untamed—
The wind is my anthem, and freedom’s my name.