The wind sings,
as it blows along.
And with it's voice,
comes a beautiful song.
A song for the birds,
that soar up high.
And for a gentle doe,
who wishes to fly.
A song for the lion,
who gives a roaring rumble.
To claim his place,
as king of the jungle.
A song for the sea gulls,
who above the ocean float.
And for all the dolphins,
circling the boats.
The wind sings a song,
and it's quite a tune.
We should cherish this song,
for it could be over soon.
The wind sings note efter note,
with a joyous breath.
The only time the song stops,
is with the coming of death.
The wind sings,
as it blows along.
And with it's voice,
comes a beautiful song.
by Ricky Silva, may 2013
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