Brother's of the Wind

Through the whispering pines, down the valley's deep And wide, do they call unto one another, the brother's Of the winds. North chases east to west, as south's warming breath, Begs to play also, once around the world, over land, Sea, and mountain tops vast divides. Tag your it, not I says, the three, as they roll, and duck, Shifting thus for cover's airy currents, above, below one another. The east wind is the trickster, mischievous fellow, seeking Up behind his brethren, than laughing with sheer delights Gleeful pleasure, until his companion’s kindred, catch up with Him and pick on him later. Latitudes unto longitudes, these spiritual pirates, Of freedoms quest, to remain as liberation's Outcasts, to conventional reality. Mother nature's wild children of the untamed, Swirling divinities whom never rest or settle in One space, air spirits tasting the everlasting flavor Of abandonment's desire, beneath their wings of flight. Soar with destiny's favorite sons, brethren beyond Human reproach, except unto one another calling, Come excel with exhilaration's, mischief makers Extraordinaire. Ariel acrobats ascending, descending at wills whim, Concurring the heights currents as invisible eagles, Than free falling towards the earth beneath. Gliding dare devils challenging the open air, Testing the fates of destiny's sails, to imagination’s Boundaries without fail. At night fall a whispering voice, she calls unto Them, mother nature, come my sons, it is time To finally rest. Yawning with their blustery breath, these tempestuous Mischievous lads, float a loaf towards the cave Of the winds, and dream of the chase to come, On the marrow's sunrise. Illusion's dreaming realm tosses aside, it's veiled Currant unto these ideal God's, whom play with Raw power's force, using it's strength as if a game at play, These brother's of the four winds, set adrift within This realm of imagery. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN