Gypsy Winds
Gypsy winds, wind their way
across deserts and plains;
whip the tumbleweeds and
sands into a frenzy.
Nomad scorpions roam dunes alone,
burrowing deep, to escape
a tempestuous sirocco.
In lonely places cacti sentinels
stand vigilant day and night;
the magic within them, untapped by humans.
Only a few know the secrets of desolate places;
fewer still, those of their own backyard.
Observation, in its purest form, is a rare practice;
most people live on the Earth, not in it.
Participate in life and it will broaden the mind.
Expand your knowledge, with the senses and insight;
wisdom is bestowed, as a reward.
A bump on a log, never gives, but stagnates.
The winds of change, reveal secrets to the open ear;
listen carefully, to those gypsy winds.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2015
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