Native American wisdom says, wind is God’s voice — maybe
Wind easily always reminds me of this: The sky
Looking at the sky, is looking at unending history
At daytime, you see the Sun; maybe the Moon
At nighttime, you may see stars dead since millennia
Also wind, reminds me of history — but, my own
Its sound in the foliage brings me back decades
I heard the same whisper, when walking to school
Wind brings us back to history and to nature
Maybe indeed wind reminds us of our very core
Oh, I love thoughts sky-infused thoughts and that last line, Donna.
Thank you @}}- I’m glad you enjoy this. I love these challenges.
(Donna?)
Sorry! Your icon is similar to another writer’s (who is Donna). I realize my error now. Welcome to the Ranch! I will adjust my eyes to the differences in your “D”s! Lovely writing, though.
No problem, I enjoy the Ranch @}}-
Beautifully written!
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Thank you so much @}}-
Very powerful and deep.
Thank you! May we all inspire others, no matter how much @}}-