Wind Song

Wind Song

Sometimes words are difficult to find,
To capture a meaning and then make them rhyme;
The power of the wind we know so well,
Whistles a tune while displaying its hell.

As time goes by and the years take its toll,
Branches are thinning like the emptiness in the soul;
Standing here clutching this stone of long,
Awaiting patiently the call of my "Wind Song".


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monique cooper 25 Aug 2007

the song of the wind may soften thro time... but the song remains for all those whom are still willing to listen...

Renata Cavanaugh 07 Jun 2006

Beautiful work Stuart