posted on Apr, 11 2015 @ 06:34 PM
I had little time to write in the last few week, mainly because I felt like I was in a storm. And this is how I came to write the following. It not
great, but its something.
The Voice of the Wind
The voice of the wind whispered in my ear.
She told me a secret tonight.
The words of the wind calmed me down.
She told me there was nothing to fear.
As the leafs pick up, and the dust fly around,
She still spoke to me so soft.
Of all that I can see, and all that I feel,
I can only hear this one sound.
She swept me up, and took me away,
Where she placed me back down I don’t know.
The storm had come, but he can’t reach you here,
So this is the place you should stay.
I looked around and saw only beauty and light,
Where is this place I am in?
It feels so warm, yet it looks like snow,
Everything is in shades of white!!
I felt the wind coming back, she took me away,
Again I was flying back home.
She told me the secret to survive a storm,
And the secret she told was “to Pray.”