Hey there! and welcome to writing.com.
What a lovely poem you've written. I love the rhythm of your words. I read this twice, just to experience the 'ride'' it took me on.
I do have two suggestions you might want to consider. One, break this up into stanzas as it gives it more of a poetic feel and it's more pleasant to read...also, i've mad a suggestion in the last stanza.
The wind shoots by, it's all alive,
and everywhere around,
The trees, the skies, have realized.
They echo and resound,
This note, this gift, this silent thought,
of something greater still,
A power so magnificent,
the winds obey His will.
And someone still is listening,
still climbing up this hill,
And keeping it.
The clouds are coming, swiftly flying
on wings of angels, wings of gold,
The thunder’s drumming;
rain is singing, music to behold.
The song that’s playing, joy it’s bringing,
the trees all dance and bend and fold,
Their rhythmic swaying still displaying,
things unknown, untold.
And so, someone is climbing
and is singing with this song of God,
And keeping it.
On clear warm days, on starlit nights,
when life is all so calm, so bright,
Through ice and fire, through rain and snow,
through storms a man should never know,
A single man is climbing, will climb that hill,
will still be list’ning as it trills,
will still be hearing, there, God’s Will,
And keeping it.
These are just suggestions, your work is super as is.
thanks for postin,
Robin
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