Whisper In the Wind
I often sit under an oak tree and feel the wind caress my face.
Days of emotion, I truly listen to what the wind has to say.
Moments I am gloomy it's as if it is kissing the nape of my neck.
Times I am bitter it's as if it's storming, wanting to dominate.
On a blissful afternoon I am joined in a dance...
I hear the whispers, " Weep child for it's ok, Scream you are aloud,
Dance it will enlighten your soul ". After the whispers fade the tears fall like
the rains from above. When the rivers from the heart has dried up a
sense of tranquility falls upon me. Passionate screams fill the sky like
thunder, after the storm has subsided a serene touch warms my heart.
Suddenly I am captivated by laughter... " No control "... I feel as if I am
intoxicated with joy.
" At days end I know I heard whispers in the wind "
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