Robert Riseling Poet I do not know?

Wind Songs

a strong breeze
and the leaves
of these trees
begin speaking
sing in gentle voice
for the choice 
is not theirs   
    the wind

moved and strummed
fingered and thumbed
by the invisible source
their movements endorse
nature's improvised tune
theirs not to invent
    the wind

the tall stately pines
add their own lines
with a whoosh
and a swoosh
as they sway
and they play
in counterpoint
    the wind

the symphony's soft
the sounds from aloft
but ears that hear
aural and clear
the phrases within
unknown melodies
freshly made songs
    the wind

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