Wind Poem by miski abshir

Wind gently rushing past
Speaking to the trees
Many minds
Wandering about
Listening to her

The cold sends shivers down my back
The sun lays its touch across my arm
How should I explain this'The to protect

I don't want to forget this feeling
I am one
with the earth
breathe in, breathe out

Lose yourself in natural state
Feel the breate of her, our mother
See the beauty all around
Created by her hand

Listen to her lullaby
the winds
the grass
the creatures
just listen...