I’m listening to gentle praising
the wind praises the trees
as it soughs through the leaves
the leaves tremble at the touch
birds praise the gusting air
as it carries their songs across
the nimble land to my ear
a trilling of joys and feathers
my heart joins in, making the trio
a quartet of flute, timbrel, song, and heartstrings
melodiously transporting all who listen
to join the angel choir in windy praise songs
to Life
c. 2023 Roberta Compton Rainwater
Oct 1, 2023
Oct 1, 2023 at 11:54 AM UTC
I’m listening to gentle praising
the wind praises the trees
as it soughs through the leaves
the leaves tremble at the touch
birds praise the gusting air
as it carries their songs across
the nimble land to my ear
a trilling of joys and feathers
my heart joins in, making the trio
a quartet of flute, timbrel, song, and heartstrings
melodiously transporting all who listen
to join the angel choir in windy praise songs
to Life
c. 2023 Roberta Compton Rainwater
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