Sweet Zephyr Poem by Lynn Anne Brown

Sweet Zephyr plays his harp today
He softly sings along the way
To tell a tale both old and new
To add a verse as he comes through
He plucks his notes, both hot and cold
He dreams you love, both brave and bold
He says beloved, never fear
When e'er you call I will be near
And once again I'll bring the rain
To help you grow and ease your pain
And hold you, as you bring that seed to birth
That marries father sky to mother earth