The Wind Of The Woods Poem by Jocelyn Dunbar

The power of substance to blow the air motion,
A glance of the wind followed by a scent of charm that goes
To the essence of breeze control by the force of the wind.
A great motion breathing the air to move to the fullest
The state created by any mysterious current event of motion
Move in a distance, to blow as a horn of the wind.

The wind passing by the trees swiftly touches the leaves
That has a charming essence of scent blown by the air,
So deep, soft, arousing, beautiful, and clean.
It has a magic of something beneath the senses of one
Extra individuals giving attention to the significant
Invisible wind blow in the distance space of
The entire part of the universe.

The mixture of gasses surrounding the earth discovers the total
Aviation of the wind, the magic of the air, the changes
They produce, appears in the illusion of what could happen
Through events given at the moment of life.
The special participation of an individual, the beauty of
Feeling carried by air pass by the heart to deal with the emotion,
Feel the distance.

A romance of love passing by the wind given by God to
Every one of us.

© Jocelyn Dunbar
3 January 2004
Afternoon