The Gentle WindThe wind blows gentle on my tresses and on my face.
The wind is beautiful and a splendid friend to know.
I love the wind as it welcomes me to enter into it's realm.
No one can surpass it's candor.
And I long to become part of the wind in a futuristic time frame...
and call out it's given name, whatever it may truly be...
as I am quite certain, that the wind has a given name,
one I will say often so he or she can come out and play with me...
but for now, I will just address it as the wind, and it will smile at me,
and love me as a dear friend.
by Melanie Miller
Posted by: Melanie Miller