The Winds

THE WINDS

The winds create for me…a song; depending
on the time of day, the type of trees, and the sounds around me.

I have heard the winds accompanied by
the birds as they create a soft symphony, as the breeze comes by slowly with a
bright warm summer sun.

Other days the wind has been loud as
the rain and the branches of the trees made the music loud; drums, and trumpets
blowing in the afternoon storm.

But even when the trees are nearly
still there seems to be a soft wind. A breeze of violins, or a harp or a soft
sound of a guitar come to my ears, and the wind plays a song.

Perhaps it is one that only I can hear.