Myself body

Myself is body, a good name to go it is , among the bodies as they go and come at times only to go.I am a body constantly on the go with wind wrapped under its hair .

Body approves mind in the trees and value of their sky looking up,looks askance at wind under door –sounds like rain scavenging night.Body has hobbies that die hard and writes poetry under its hair.

Body accuses with index fingers it also uses for purposes,both licit and illicit.When there is nothing to accuse body lies with fingers turned in.