Whispering Wind

Standing amid the forest trees I feel so insignificant. Small and unimportant can be Very humbling among the plants And underbrush that are dwarfed by The regal, deciduous trees. Quiet is defined by the sigh Of the wind breathing through the leaves And serenity thrives beneath This lushest leaf-green canopy. I walk along an ancient path Once tread by aborigines. Then, out of the blue, the soft wind Whispered,” you're home again my friend.”