watching the Wind . . .

watching the Wind

the choir of leaves

upon the Trees

sing a concordant symphony

as the Winds of Change

come about

to direct their voices

each blade of Grass

quivers

and shivers

as the breezes

conjure forth their soft whispering offerings

to this grande composition

all the Flowers continually celebrate

never withholding their color

as they give even more

tithing their fragrant contribution

to the Wind

to all life

to be enjoyed

the tufts of the billowing Clouds

hang high in the sky

chuckle and smile

in the face of the Sun

watching with reverence

Mother’s acknowledgment

of their presence

as she lovingly embraces

this Holy Art

of their painted shadow smiles

and tattoos

for miles

upon Her body

and the Mountains stand resolute

the Streams and the Rivers

gurgle in their incessant

and continual flowing

and knowing

and acceptance

of what may come

as Brother Wind

entertains the all of things

singing and conducting with love

another major musical movement

of change

and i watch

i applaud

i smile

i breath

another wind

into existence

watching the Wind

© 16 May 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.