The wind blows.
I feel the movement on my skin.
I feel the tickling of my hair, as it moves
As in a dance with the breeze.
Peace.
The wind blows.
I hear the rustling of the leaves.
I hear a whisper in my soul
Saying, "Come and dance with Me
In gentle ease."
Trust.
The wind blows.
I see its power as it moves the fallen leaves from here to there.
I see them dance and twirl in joy.
They show me life continues,
On and on.
Hope.
Another season starts!
Blessings, Anna Marie
