A Chapter by Storyteller of Dimensions

This just came to me once I saw a picture of the enormous grasslands and how the wind was bending the grass.


Wind slowly sings to the high grass

dancing it toward me

through me and over the high cliffs.


wind whispered to the cloud

blue rocks fled before the whisper

bringing hope to the thirsty earth.


I let the water cleanse my spirit

as the wind flies past me

into the distant unknown.


Toward the black skies

toward the red nights

toward the blue ocean

back upon the lands of green.


To continue the circle's ceaseless turn

© 2012 Storyteller of Dimensions

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I love how you've given the wind a voice and your vivid use of color. It pleased me to read this; it was like a charming little kaleidoscope of feeling.

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