Wind in the trees
Whisper in the willows
Rustle in the mighty oak
A sigh in the pines -
Breathe life to all whom it kisses
To stir emotion in all it caresses.
Stream at snow melt
Tears of winter passing
Falling onto the sun kissed cheeks of spring -
Rivulets flowing as a sigh on her lips
To great the summer morn ahead.
Cry of a new borne babe
Man and beast alike
Harken to the moon
subtle, softest cries of wanting and desire -
Night presents it's mystery
For all to behold in awe.
Monday, March 21, 2011
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