WIND



Caressing the grass like thin fingers through light hair
Beckoning the tired leaves to join it in its flight
Chasing fleeing waves on a journey without end
Shepherding lost clouds towards a field for them to rest

Tempting lonely tree’s to lay down their idle bough
Dancing with the rain as it puts the day to sleep
Talking with the thunder as it points the way to go
Sleeping as the morning brings forth its radiant glow.