The Whispering Wind
I sit on an old park bench
It’s shade of green faded to grey.
The bold setting sun reaches through
The leafy canopy lighting the grand sky
For the last time today.
A warm delightful shower of love
Pours over me piercing my skin,
As I contemplate the sound
Of the whispering wind
Pure magic touches my heart
And spreads wildly...
I dissolve within the canopy of trees.
Hanging loose, feeling happy.
The playful wind jostles leaves
Down to Mother Earth,
One tips my head gently.
I open my eyes
And stare deeply,
Ever present but beyond now!
I wake, as from a dream
Blessed to be standing
Amidst the joy of nature’s grand moment.