If you are the wind

Two people on two distinct paths meet in passing; nature metaphors

If you are the wind than I am the river

We meet in passing as you blow across my waters

Your pace enlightens me and inspires me to rush

We move in the same rhythm.

Your movements are free in all directions

You will know all people and are welcome in all places

To not be in motion is to meet your death. So you fear stillness as you crave life.

Drought is my fear. To lack the rejuvenating rain of heaven is my death.

I am alive when I am flowing with new water

I will give energy to many people and creatures

I will travel too, feeling the earth below me and the wind above me.

Though I may be still for many years and become a large pool

I will always move with gravity, a destiny set to the ocean

You whisper what it is like there and I glow with the excitement to keep flowing.

Reviews

[Autonomous]

Whoever you wrote this for is very lucky, I have to say I'm a bit Jealous. Anyway great use of metaphors and hopefully you will continue to post poems.

[J. K. Hannah]

Thank you, zwsed. Actually I just posted two new poems!

[Ruth]

How lovely, a beautiful poem that warms the heart...

[Sasheera Gounden]

Beautifully constructed Hannah.