When The Wind Blows By Poem by alexandra hicks

the wind blows by, sliding by my face in a subtle way
the flowers wave ever so gently
and wind chimes bang making music,
the birds flow by chirping, and land softly in their nest
winter is slowly ending
the flowers are slowly booming
bringing small little green sprouts of life that tediously start to grow.
because when the world is slowly changing from black to white
cause again i know that birds will soar and spring will come
when the wind blows by