THE SOUNDS OF THE WIND

The language and sounds of the wind
Are not IN the wind. The sounds come
From the things it touches....
The swaying trees, and shimmering leaves---
The lapping and crashing waves
At the seashore---
The gentle sigh of wind in the pines---
The autumn leaves, scurrying
And rattling, along curbs---
The wind chimes, on the back porch
Playing unheard of
Melodies.

Oh, if our lives could be like
The spring winds---
Cool, refreshing, renewing,
Blowing like blessings on others...
Gentle encouraging breezes,
Caressing them with kindness,
Love, care, and concern,
Helping them along
The rough places of life---

Pushing them on their way,
And their lives, like the wind chimes...
Playing beautiful, unheard of
Melodies.

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BY MIL
5/09/13

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