Windsong
Whistles in the night
Brushes by in the light
Wind & song swoon
A soft certainty
Of perfect euphony
harmonious occasions
Without persuasion
After sunset
cares cooling
A weakening wind
Fills the air
A strengthening song
Of fear and doubt
Brought together by a strong bout
Atmospheric changes
And a sudden separation
Wind and song no longer a combination
Wind quiets her whoosh
song moves on crooning oh look at that green bush
Energy’s euphoric circulation