The wind and rain

The wind and rain

01.12.06 (7:26 pm)   [edit]
Gently moving the wheat,
The soothing wind,
With a rhythm both beautiful in its simplicity,
And seductive in the soft whispers;
Almost kind in its gentleness,
Spoken to those who have the ears to hear
And the heart to enjoy
The intensity of the moment,
Freely given, and accepted.
The dark clouds seeming so close to the earth
Have a fearful beauty
With the entrancing smell of rain,
A promise soon fulfilled,
To the delight of those who are there to see.
We stand with our faces upturned
Breathing deeply
Filled with the joy of just being,
Of being alive and present to this moment,
So blessed, so filled with grace,
That we begin to run
Jumping for joy and laughing
Like the children we used to be.