The Whispers of the Wind
The wind whispers to my skin,
And gives my body cold chills.
Peaceful melodic tones echo,
That the wind chimes instill.
Embraced by the gust of air,
Caressed by its’ sweet soft words.
For the ascension of the breeze,
Gives flight to the birds.
The subtle poetic flow,
Is bellowing through the trees.
As soft rays of light,
Warms the cool gentle breeze.
There’s a lullaby of sounds,
Created by the wind that blows.
Nestled by the mercy of the sway,
That the rope hammock bestows.
Nature’s hymns are hummed,
With an unceasing end.
As my skin is softly kissed,
By the whispers of the wind.
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