The WIND!

Oh the wind,

Just a simple current,

Movement in the air,

Blowing leaves,

Messing up my hair,

It feels to me,

As if the old dude upstairs is saying hello,

Moving the bushes,

Knocking over trash cans,

Spreading leaves around,

Saying hi with every gust,

Every blow.



Wind can be bad,

For those on Sand,

Or Sea,

But to me…

Oh, to me…



It’s simply God’s playful gusts,

Saying hi,

Sending the detritus of the streets,

Blowing past,

Oh so quickly!



Here and gone again,

Why be inside?

The wind is cold,

Yes,

But so lovely,

Like a hug!

Why would you hide?!



Clear stars above,

Mixed with the tattered clouds,

The creator of this earth,

Be it God,

Or random chance,

Should be PROUD!  



Such beauty abounds,

And the Wind gusts,

Moves,

Blows,

Surrounds!



What a beautiful night!

Writing that line,

The wind gusts,

And moves me a step,

Makes me think,

The old dude up stairs knows,

Even about those tears that are secretly wept,

The wind is just a sign,

That everything might someday be all right.  



The WIND!

Oh the wind,

Just a simple current,

Movement in the air,

Blowing leaves,

Messing up my hair.



The wind,

Oh,

The wind,

For a moment,

Sets my heart free to wander,

For me,

The wind,

Oh,

The wind,

Brings a moment of peace.