As The Wind

Poetry

As the wind whistled across my neck

I felt a breeze of buoyancy

A lick of luck

And a jolt of joy

As the wind whistled across my neck

I felt a union of atoms

A frequency of fruition

A time table of many

Calculated in disposition

As the wind whistled across my neck

I felt the sun’s passion

Trees

Poetry

With leaves of whispers

And barks of magic

The trees spoke to me

See communication is more than just words

It is the essence of feelings

The everlasting flow of love

It is an exchange of energy

That cannot be defined

It is a feeling of knowing

A reassurance of worth

An abundance of serenity

With footprints on Earth’s skin

With leaves of whispers 

And barks of magic

The trees will speak to you

But will you listen?