WHISPERING WIND


THE WIND WHISPERS IN MY EAR,
GENTLY KISSING MY SOUL,
WHILE SOUNDS CARESS MY THOUGHTS,
SUMMER IS ALIVE DEEP IN MY SOUL.

SWEET FLOWERY SCENTS,
TICKLING MY SENSATIONS,
BREATHING IT ALL IN,
NATURES' WONDEROUS CREATIONS.

THE SUN ORANGE, BURNING BRIGHT,
DEEP WITHIN MY SPIRIT,
IF YOUR WATCHING WITH ME,
I KNOW YOU TOO WILL FEEL IT.

SINGING SOFT FINE MUSIC,
AND DANCING THROUGH THE TREES,
BATHING IN MOTHER NATURE,
WITH MELODIOUS HARMONIES.

NURTURING AND LOVING,
THESE LONG COOL SUMMER DAYS,
SOAKING IT ALL IN,
I CAN’T HELP BUT GAZE.

STARING AT ALL AROUND ME,
KNOWING IT IS PURE TREASURE,
THE THINGS WE MORTALS MAKE,
WILL NEVER AGAINST MEASURE.

FLOWERS GLISTEN WITH MORNING DEW,
AND BEES DO KISS THEIR LIPS,
AND FLY OFF TO ANOTHER,
NOT KNOWING THEY PASS A GIFT.

JUST GOD’S LITTLE HELPERS,
TRYING TO SURVIVE,
THEY TRADE SOME POLLEN FOR SWEET NECTAR,
HELP THE FLOWERS STAY ALIVE.

A PERFECT FLUID CONTINUIM,
ALL WORKING AS A TEAM,
ALL OF GOD’S CREATION,
I APPRECIATE THAT IT’S NOT A DREAM.



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