Wind Song

Here I stand as cool as the wind, heavenly rain drops, my lord showers me with his mist. hail proceeds, mother natures nurturing hand turns to a fist. Nearby, an aspen, short and bulky sways with her current, dancing to a wind song. A dramatic sequence occurs, raindrops beat the pavement acting as drums. Wind songs sound of tambourine and the aspen sings her melody, each leaf its own entity. All with a different tone, She smells like lilac perfume.... Is she a she? Or is she a he? A natural figure, a figment of ones own preference. Mother nature represents the world . From the cirrus and strattus clouds, to a picture perfect sunset. Mountains that span high into a distant horizon, or the weeping willow whose inspirational position gives beauty its definition.... .....2009.....JP