Coloring the World

Singing Wind

Singing Wind

At six in the evening
as the sun sets in the east
and birds fly away to their nests
I hear the softly singing wind.

Its melody is heartening
it carries tales of sorrow and joy
it carries the very essence of life.
Captivating is its compassionate song.

Anger and passion are what I listen to
in the wind that blows with a tornado.
Love and charity are what I perceive
in the gentle wind that lingers.

The lilting singing wind in the dawning hour
tells me of its liaison with the leaves on trees.
Its forceful tune across the mountain ridge
soothes my tired self, fills me with renewed joy.


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