The wind speaks
Very few stop to listen
It doesn't cease
A never ending mission
Passing through in peace
Hoping one will lend an ear
So it can tell its travels
How the trees move in fear
Piles of leaves unravel
In tranquility I sit and listen
'Oh what a grand tale

Vast sky open field
Seas go on never to yield.
Rays of sunshine on the skin
The warmth of happiness felt within.
Long and tall like summers trees
The gentle touch by the blowing breeze.
Endless as the ocean, and the sky
Opportunity endless so why not try
Beauty in my eye, lips that smirk
This masterpiece is surely my gods work.