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Dancing Wind

I know it’s easier to catch a breeze or two, once we have been around the bend. We should take the time to watch the leaves among the trees every now and then. We should take a moment to smell the roses and observe the motion of the wind. God gave us the beauty of roses, the beast of hurricanes, and the sting of bees.

As I was driving along a busy boulevard, I looked up and stared into the trees.
I did not see an acorn, a blossom, or a butterfly, nor yet a bird eating seeds.
I saw the leaves and the limbs on the trees swaying, and in the wind swinging. I am certain the birds and the bees saw it too, as they were humming and singing. That’s when it occurred to me that it was the wind with whom they were dancing. Although I didn’t see the wind itself dancing, I tell you, as sure as I can put a pair of legs in a pair of pants, the wind can dance.

When the wind grabs a limb here, blows a flag there, or takes charge of a sailboat on a gusty lake, IT'S DANCING. When the wind catches a loaded plane high in the sky, forcing man-made birds to shake; IT'S DANCING.

Though you don’t see the wind, you ponder the motion of its dancing partners
And see the perils of its powers. There are countless movers and shakers, making mighty tunes with the wind. The waters of the rivers, the lakes, and the high seas, hand in hand, making rhythm with the wind. When a dark funnel cloud forms, and starts spinning and twisting with the wind, IT'S DANCING.  Sometimes it’s a wild dance, but when a beastly hurricane stirs violently across the sea and goes blasting along the ocean shores,
Creating havoc with the wind, IT'S DANCING. When a gentle breeze, always pleasing, starts turning in the dust, making melodies with the wind, IT'S DANCING. When those ocean waters come slowly flowing, and waving ever so gently to the shores, they are slowly dancing with the wind. When the high seas get wild and windy, the splashing strong waves get rough and tough, and high tides come raging and soaring and racing to the shores, it’s a wild dance, but they are DANCING with the wind.

Listen to the wings of birds flapping and the humming of a bumble bee passing by. The wind doesn’t brag; nor does it claim to be the best dancer in the sky. But you might believe it if you ever watch the wings of an eagle flying high.

You know that the wind kicks up dust, and sometimes it makes a fuss;
You may be busy, but taking a little time to observe the wind is a must.
Believe me, it’s true; trust me when I say, the wind can dance.

cjPS

Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2015

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