The Wind
The wind dances across the land
with a sweep of gods blessed hand,
as mother nature breathes in deep
and the trees and plants no longer sleep.
The forest’s majestic harmony
dances with the wind effortlessly,
as autumn leaves do swirl around
to the melody of a swishing sound.
Seas are raised to align their beat
to the winds pulse they’re compelled to meet.
This natural force magically appears
thankfully not to augment our fears.
Yet beware and be on your guard
should god decide to blow too hard,
for the wind can muster and truly wreck;
it’s a sacred reminder to keep us in check.
Copyright © Ronald D Thompson | Year Posted 2019
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