Calming Winds


PO Box 81
United States

There was a knock upon the glass pane

When, it does not nor did it matter


Eyes took in the view as the soul felt relief

Wrapped tight in a bundle


It is this way, life, you see'

Glass panes where a body feels secure


Outside there is the dance of bending trees

Blinding storms

A whirlwind of actions

So much to see while yet still safe, as if nothing could touch or even hurt


Yet again, there always remains the knock on the window, as if

"Come. Come play with me."


Amazing how easy it is

To be


To be and exist in two places; inside/outside

Secure and safe

Wild and free


As such it is and always will be

The Wind as a friend, a mentor, a thief, a savior...


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