THE WIND BLOWS…tree-2216284_960_720

Wind gusts, it blows across,

The space of you, where you belong.

Only a moment in time, forever;

Brief, yet powerful, its presence made,

As it brushes against the skin,

Whilst at the same time it skims the leaves,

Making bristling amongst the trees.

The ears they catch the sounds it makes.

Vibrations created in the air;

All the while the eyes stare,

Watching the beauty of the wind.

Shades of green twinkling,

As the breeze contorts the branches;

At the same time the skin tickles.

From the nose the scent of tree sap approaches.

All the senses alive and receiving,

Perceiving, everything from that single moment,

That the wind blows.



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