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The wind is Mother's sweet breath.

I feel it as she whispers her sweet poetry to the land. 

The trees respond with the shivering of their leaves,

and the waves of their branches.

I respond with appreciation,

and my prayers of thanks. 

The wind is Mother's sweet breath.

Feel it,, as she whispers her song.

The trees dance as they sing along.

I touch the surrounding energy.

Reaching out, with appreciation and prayers of thanks.

The wind is Mother's sweet breath.

She sings of life, energy, emotion...

Feel it, as she whispers her song.

Author's Note

There's three poems here. I got the inspiration while writing the first one (the original).
Which do you think is best?