The Wind Carries On

The wind carries on, seeking a peaceful place, to muss hair and raise Cain. With no friends to meet, it invites the flowers, to scent the summer breeze. The birds draft its thermals, to far-away places, where sunset calms the wind. To rest and dream of flight, where the lavender haunts, the windless way. Then to resume the search, for wild horses' manes, and the whispering pines!