The winds rushed by.
I stood on the balcony high up above the ground, circled by lush trees watching it’s tearing hurry.
Perhaps it wanted to take the trees along with it; it blew with such force upon them.
The trees bent low as if begging the earth for assistance against Nature’s flying fury.
The wind gods took mercy and calmed the trees with gentle, breezy music.
The music in the air stirred the strings of my heart till I felt One with nature.
My soul is awakened, my spirit is soaring,
And carried aloft on the wings of the breeze;
For, above, and around me, the wild wind is roaring
Arousing to rapture the earth and the seas.
Lines Composed in a Wood on a Windy Day
