I’m listening to the wind

they say it howls

but what if it sings?

I remember running

Feeling the wind play with my hair

Walking on a beach

The wind turning small grains of sand

into stinging insects

Thunder in the distance

No wind…calm…and then

the wind comes to life

it carries the smell of rain

Till you feel each sweet drop on your face

A face turned into the wind

Smiling, loving, cherishing

That, which no-one can control

The wind blows the dust away

It cleanses

A wind has swept through my soul

I believe in that which can not be seen

And yet…

The results are so visible