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
