Wind Song
Here I stand as cool as the wind, heavenly rain drops, my lord showers me with his mist. hail
proceeds, mother natures nurturing hand turns to a fist.
Nearby,
an aspen, short and bulky sways with her current, dancing to a wind song.
A dramatic sequence occurs, raindrops beat the pavement acting as drums. Wind songs
sound of tambourine and the aspen sings her melody, each leaf its own entity.
All with a different tone,
She smells like lilac perfume....
Is she a she?
Or is she a he?
A natural figure, a figment of ones own preference. Mother nature represents the world .
From the cirrus and strattus clouds, to a picture perfect sunset. Mountains that span high into
a distant horizon, or the weeping willow whose inspirational position gives beauty its
definition....
.....2009.....JP
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