The Wind Poem by Alexandra Bowden
The Wind
Calling through the trees,
Whispering in the breeze.
Sailing down the rivers,
Swirving in and out of the rocks.
Cold against my skin,
Cooling against my skin.
Soothing against my skin,
Wrapping around my skin.
Falling back,
Falling forward.
Speeding up,
Slowing down.
Comforting me,
Keeping my secure.
Brushing against me,
Confiding in me.
The wind is natural,
It's nature in unpredictable.
But the feeling it give me,
When it is around.
Is always the same feeling.
A feeling of invincibility,
A feeling of danger.
A feeling of guarding,
A feeling of complete security.
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5/3/2024 3:21:21 AM # 1.0.0.1119
In all my admiration and love for nature..and I write about it often, , , have never considered how the wind does embrace as you have so eloquently depicted in your wonderful penning.....