"Be still”* she says
“Be still”
“I want to play you a song”
Wind caresses blades of grass
Song birds sing as if free at last
“Can you hear my song, child?”
“This song I made for you, but I want you to share it with others too”
The wind flowing through me
Flowing through we
“Can you hear it?”
Delivering motion so deliberate to take and give back stillness
Forever it blooms
Like the excitement a boy gets when he flies his first kite
Her gift
Makes the flight south just a little more luxurious
“I hope you enjoyed my song”