Soft wind flows whispering to me;
Ever so gently branches sway in the breeze.
I pause to listen and to quietly see
That soft wind blowing and whispering to me.
So tenderly the wind filters the trees
As the pines swish and dance beneath the gleam
Of a warm and radiant sunbeam.
The lofty heavens span out like a vast sea
Where waves swell and rise majestically
Only to shrink into a placid pool of tranquility.
Endless sky blankets the earth in an aquamarine canopy
So silently crowning the waving evergreens
As the wind continues to whisper to me.
I sit in contented silence to just quietly be
Still and secretly enchanted by the whistling breeze;
What is the wind saying? What could the message be?
How I did ponder under the awning of the windswept trees.
Softly blowing, gently moving, I could feel and see
The mysterious wind faintly whispering to me.
How noise and clatter of this world can be displeasing
While trials and troubles seem never ceasing
But as I waited, the gentle wind whispered to me:
“Just be still and treasure this moment of peace.”
Once again, I participated in a large collaboration: Poets for Peace. Many have contributed to this and you can read their poems at this link: https://forgottenmeadows.wordpress.com/2016/07/16/calling-all-poetscreative-minds-to-a-grand-collaboration-poets-for-peace/comment-page-8/#comment-20051