Friend of Nature

Swaying, twisting in the wind With face to the morning sun Face lifted to the sky And nostrils flaring wide Inhaling the sweet breath of the wind Caressed by sunshine beams Drenched in warmth and clothed with beauty After the rainfall Singing under her breath Drawing in the notes The music whisperer in a swing Every note a precious thing She shares her beauty with the wind And gives a garland of a song To the sky above her head And waits for their reply