Sunday, January 12, 2020

Share a Poem Sunday - The Song of the Wind

The Song of the Wind 

Lay me down in the green, green moss, 
a fallen tree to rest my head. 
The soft natural ground, 
with the leaves fallen down
 is all I need to make my bed. 

Sing me to sleep with the song of the wind, 
its fingers caress my skin. 
The birds of the morn
will herald the dawn,
and another new journey begins.