The Wind At Play
The sun rises to hold sway
Woken up by the gentle wind
Who is in the mood to play
The clouds glide and are few
Across a vast expanse of blue
The wind blows curls away
From a little girls face
She looks around to see
Whose entered her space
And moves her curling tendrils
off her little face
She clutches down her frock
As the wind lifts it up
Giggling with laughter
she fills natures cup
The flowers all around
Approve of this play
As they nod their colored heads
Moving with the wind they bob and sway
17.3.2021
Copyright © Carol Mitra | Year Posted 2021
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