The wind sings oft times,
Of the many things it's seen.
In so many corners,
Of a wide and wondrous world.
The wind sings oft times,
Of all the places it has been.
That nobody, and nothing else,
Can ever hope to see.
The wind sings, and we should listen,
After all the wind is closer to God.
It his his very breath.
Let God breath on you,
And listen to his songs.
6/20/11 Alton Texas
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very innovative and sharp. Wind is the breath of God that keeps the world alive. Well crafted.10 kindly read and rate my poem 'A dream of the judgement day ' on page 1.