The Zephyr
Come away, come away,
the wind whispers to me.
As it tugs at my hair twisting it in knots.
I relaxed against my back porch railing
Taking in all of nature as it comports
Birds are happiest in spring it seems
As they chase each other through boughs and branches
Come away, come away, the wind cajoles, flipping my shirt tail
above my waist twisting it into a misshapen state
I dare not budge or let go of the rail
It seems Mr. Wind is in a playful mood Today
It's strength no match for me
Sturdy legs from years of hiking up and down hills along nature's trail
I face its strength as it calls again ever so sweetly
Come away, come away
"fluttering and dancing in the breeze, one cannot but be gay in such a jovial company" excerpt, from William Wordsworth
The leaves green and lush dance happily to the music of its call
Twisting and gyrating to the tune as the wind makes itself known.
Come away, come away let's play Today
It's a tug as forceful as before
But I stand firm and shouted in tune
Not Today Mr. Wind.
I'm busy you see
Just watching the brisk play of the red robin
And the blue jay as they chase each other enjoying the Day
Come away, come away more vigorous its pull
Before it settles down to dash the limbs on which the wise owl slept
Never rustling as much as a feather on the speckled gray bird
Come away, come away and play I heard the wind whistle
As I shuttered the door and watched from inside
The wildflowers, Indian paintbrush, daisies, and daffodils replied
By twisting their heads and flailing their branches in colorful delight
Come away, come away
God, as it is defined, is in all of us we plant, we toil, we care for this Earth.
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