Can you hear the spirit of the wind?
As she churns up the deep blue sea,
Sometimes she is a gentle little breeze,
But at others she is so wild and free.
She can be as the breath of a lamb,
With a gentleness under it’s soft fleece .
She can also be as fierce as a lion,
When she has a roar loud as the beast.
Her spirit can soothe our weary souls
In the brightness of the morning light.
Or she can ravage all things in her path,
From the darkened clouds of night.
We must respect the spirit of the wind,
As she is a child of Mother Nature.
God sends us her tame morning breeze,
Also destructive hurricane winds of rapture.
Copyright @ 2005 M. Doris Fuller
