Wings to Fly

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The gentle breeze whispers to me,

Come fly with me,

The breeze sways and takes me with it,

My feet above the ground I fly,

The sky has never looked more beautiful and clearer,

The clouds waving me goodbye,

Over the trees and the green valleys,

The water blue a reflection of the sky,

The wind brings me back home and goes away,

Giving me a final goodbye,

Oh, what a day it was,

My dream is over ,

I wish I could go back there,

Every now and then I can still feel the breeze passing by…

The Winds I hear you !!

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Owe it to the wind to bring in some good news,

The smell of the flowers to the ocean breeze,

The fluttering and dancing of the trees,

The sound of children playing in the fields,

To the shiny sparkling water of the reflection of oneself is seen,

Owe it to the wind passing by,

Words murmured can be heard now close by,

Owe to the wind the fresh breath of air that swings by,

What a pleasant surprise,

Owe it to the wind for crossing these paths,

And providing a remarkable feeling at last…

A Second

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In the midst of silence,

A still moment,

One can hear the heart beat,

The sound of the breath,

The whooshing of the winds,

To the sound of the raging sea,

I pause for a second lost in thought….

Fly Away

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They Fly high, they fly low, sometimes fast, sometimes slow,

Spreading their wings across the sky,

Making a pattern line wise,

Flying over the lakes like a breeze trying to catch a meal,

Over the valleys and the streams, they make their nests in the tallest trees,

They make chirping and whistling sounds,

The morning fills them with energy and the nights are dark,

It is difficult to survive when winter sets in and its difficult to fly,

They travel across the seas across the vast lands,

They build a new nest every time they need, moving from one place to another is their frequent routine,

Colorful like different shades of paint, blue, black, green, purple they are a pretty site,

If I was a bird and could fly I would travel the world and touch the sky,

It is a tough life for survival they are no easy buys,

Fly away birds,

For you are an amazing sight….

Summer Showers

A cold wind blows bringing the smell of wet mud,

The plants and trees welcome the rain,

Dancing and rejoicing the coming of showers,

Water drops on the leaves sparkling like a jewel,

The sky roaring and warning of the showers coming,

The light striking as though a click through a camera,

A breath of fresh air a calming feeling,

A relief for the farmers who rejoice,

The dust wiped out from the roads,

Drizzling and trickling a lot of rains will follow,

Summer showers are here…

A Storm

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The dark clouds were rounding up,

From the bright light it was a gloom now,

There was a sudden quiet on the streets,

Was it this because of the coming storm,

The strong gushing winds, the dancing trees,

Windows and doors slamming,

The sounds were echoing across the streets,

The Storm was coming, The Storm was coming

All those caught in it now waiting for it to pass…

I Breathe…

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There is something in the air today I can feel it,

Is it the smell of fresh grass ?

Or the smell of blooming flowers,

Is it the scent of wet mud,

The gentle winds blowing towards me nudging me slightly,

Is it the fog that I walk through,

Is it the pure air I breathe,

The cool feeling within me,

I realize I am head over heels in love with nature….

The Old Cottage

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A small cottage lay in the forest,

Surrounded by streams,

Enclosed between tall trees,

Chimney smokes,

Whistles heard,

Smell of food,

When wind blew across,

It would open the windows,

Bang the doors creating a loud noise,

Inside the cottage was a cozy fire place,

Where one could sit around,

An old couch with a center table and some old books lying around,

The cottage had some paintings,

The walls had some weathering,

A beautiful vase with fresh flowers gave an aroma away,

One could also smell a cauldron of fresh soup ready cooking away,

At one corner,

There was a wooden rocking chair and an old lady sat there,

She was knitting a sweater and humming a tune,

She got up and left the room,

Took her walking stick and went to her store room,

She used a key to unlock a box,

She opened it with excitement,

Out came an old diary which had her thoughts,

With a bookmark in the middle,

She lays her eyes on a picture of a young man,

Tears across her cheek for its her son that she never meets,

She closes the diary and leaves,

Resumes her normal day as it is….

WINGS OF FREEDOM

Running with the wind,

the manes touch the sky,

The hoof beats in a rhythm,

Galloping over the hills,

A breathe of Freedom,

You can hear the heart beat and feel the breathe,

Grazing in the grasslands open and wild,

Loving the smell and freshness of grass,

Moving with grace and dignity,

Not resting or stopping,

Born free and wild, like a horse with wings….

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