The Wind

Here it travels from far away
Moving, shaping, revealing
a whisper of hope and a breath of life.
It is the wind.

Making my kite fly high in the sky
Swooping, swirling, prancing,
upon the clear blue sky.
The dance of the wind.

Playing the earth like an instrument
Whistling, howling, singing,
through the trees and my windchime.
The song of the wind.

Guiding the prismatic ship of the moon
Sailing, waxing, waning,
carrying our dreams to heaven.
It is the wind.
            By Chad Honneyman

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