SONGWIND

Leaves blows across on the breeze

To the sound of wind whistling through the trees

With a sweet, lilting melody.

I imagine myself growing light, white feather wings

And taking flight to the song

Of Mother Earth, of Mother Nature.

Sunlight bathing me as I rise

On warm columns of air so high.

The music of my heart

Merging, with love, as one with the sky.

(4-21-2001)