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When the Wind BlowsWhen the wind blows, it is calling my name.
Beckoning me, to come out and play.
When the wind howls, I know it wants to see me once again,
and I shall howl in the nights wind the same.
When the wind speaks to me, it whispers softly my name,
and I smile at the tender touch of the wind.
He is my best friend and I shall never leave my friends side.
I can play hide n go seek in the wind, and he always seems to find me.
I feel its' spirit wrapped around my soul!
My every being is pronounced aloud as he calls me yet again.
He is the greatest friend I have ever known, and I have grown-
to love the wind as if it is my father.
Sometimes, I feel the wind is a she, and is my mother, but I know in my heart,
it is sometimes like a brother...always watching over me..
Never scolding me, never belittling me, like others have done to me in the past...
and at last, I have a special friend to call my own...
The wind, what a delight to feel it's loving embrace and to call it my special friend, forever and ever!
by Melanie Miller
Posted by: Melanie Miller