As the Wind

Just a thought about a friend of mine..

Sound of percussive leaves

Searching for their spirit in the trees

Following the green wavering blades

Upon the ground running

Wolves find their comfort

Hawks enjoy the ripple

Sun and Moon exchange pleasantries

As night follows day

She stands upon the hill

Eyes shut to the world

Tears locked inside her

The forest bows to her peace

Her arms stretch wide

Soft fingers of love and hope

Still and strong for those

Who cannot for themselves

Wind upon her mane

Dark into the night

Illuminated by the full moon

Blowing as the wind

Lips whisper hope

Lips whisper love

Lips whisper forgiveness

Lips whisper strength

Words are silent

Yet the forest can hear

What others cannot fathom

All is still by her

Solitary and strong

She lifts them in her prayers

She is only

She is isolation

She is as the wind