The Wind Talks to Me
It tells me stories of where it’s been
How long their stay was
And whether they made new friends or not
It speaks to me with a familiarity
As if it had known me its entire life
Maybe it has
And I just don’t remember
My fault really
A good friend it is
When it flows through
The gentlest breeze follows
Across my skin and through my system
My body and bones, almost like a wind instrument
A natural relaxant
Without the addiction
When the wind blows through, ever so gentle
The tree leaves rustle, and the blades of grass start their dance
A swords dance, if you will
If I’m lucky enough, the trees will start to sing
The wind being a mighty composer
Wind chimes start to cling and clang
Creating a harmonious melody
Rounding out the orchestra
Effortlessly and flawlessly
In response, the leaves
The flowers
And the animals
Listen
And dance to the composition
While they dance, I cannot help but stay seated
Not to offend
But to enjoy the warmth of the sun
While I sit and let the wind flow through me
Listening to nature’s performance
I ask my friend when it will return
Soon it says
Will it bring any changes I ask
It’s a possibility
Once again, the orchestra calms
For the wind has come and gone