I listened to the whispery sound of the wind
as the light warm breeze penetrated my senses.
How can I like the wind?
I wondered, as I stretched out my arms out
surrendering myself the whirlwind of air
as it embraced me.
There it was again, the whisper of the wind.
A song of care-free-ness and uncaged.
Like an instrument, the trees rustled,
creating the music to the song of the wind.
I let myself go and danced to the melody.
I twirled around, moved my hips to the soft beats.
My arms flowed in an angelic motion.
In that moment I dance the dance of freedom,
with thw wind as my guide.
(This poem is not complete just yet but I wanted to put it out their to see what you guys think. So if you read it, a comment would be awesome. Thanks)
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All Things Nature
PoetryThis book deals with nature, in all different forms. (I am not the creator of any of the art works used for this book.)
