Intimately Dense Poem by Kewayne Wadley

The wind sweeps down,
Just as the light from the sun,
Spreading its touch to all it finds,
All it encounters,
The trees,
Though embedded in the ground,
Become paralyzed by its touch,
Holding its breath,
Profound by the kiss thats found its way from heaven,
The roots,
Ever so greatful,
Soon it begins to find that it needs it,
Nurishing the need felt while its away,
A sense of fulfillment,
Lost in its caress,
Against the edgy bark,
Its sap, begins to boil,
A sea of emotion errupts,
From the roots, to its branches,
An urgentcy thats responsible to have it near,
A sensation that travels near and far,
One not seen through its rough exterior,
The branches extend their reach farther towards heaven,
Silent prayers that beckon to become closer