Whispers The wind
The wind whispers to my skin,
Gives my body cold chills.
Peaceful melody tone an echo,
That the wind chimes instill.
Embraced by the gust of air,
Caressed by it's sweet words.
The ascension of the breeze,
Gives flight to the birds.
The subtle poetic flow,
Is bellowing through the trees.
As soft rays of sun light,
Warms the gentle breeze.
There's a lullaby of sounds,
Created by the wind that blows.
Nestled by the mercy of the sway,
That the leaves on the trees bestows.
Nature's hymns are hummed,
With an unceasing end.
As my skin is softly kissed,
By the whispers of the wind.
Gives my body cold chills.
Peaceful melody tone an echo,
That the wind chimes instill.
Embraced by the gust of air,
Caressed by it's sweet words.
The ascension of the breeze,
Gives flight to the birds.
The subtle poetic flow,
Is bellowing through the trees.
As soft rays of sun light,
Warms the gentle breeze.
There's a lullaby of sounds,
Created by the wind that blows.
Nestled by the mercy of the sway,
That the leaves on the trees bestows.
Nature's hymns are hummed,
With an unceasing end.
As my skin is softly kissed,
By the whispers of the wind.
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