Long Visionaryinspirational Poems

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