When Wind Waves Move

When wind waves move beneath the sky, there’s melody one can’t deny; the birds chirp and sing in the air, the fishes play in the water, the setting sun stares with bright eye. The soft clouds hold the lullaby of the ocean, as tide is high. The wide wings above both flutter when wind waves move. The heart of the pen won’t be shy in beating to nicely apply that one word that lives forever; as thought and muse come together dancing before saying goodbye when wind waves move.