I HAVE SEEN THE WIND
Waves fields in adulation,
Sways the branches to and fro,
Sets leaves swirling in motion,
Like white chalk dust, blows the snow.
Across the pond, ripples run;
Rolls the mighty ocean waves;
Scurries clouds across the sun;
Whistles through the mountain caves.
Bestows kisses on the cheek,
Bobs the daisies’ head in time,
Sometimes cold, yet often meek,
Its gentle touch quite sublime.