Photo Poetry: Windy

WINDY

WINDY

Invisible as gods descending,

molding humans, breaking, bending–

the Wind flies down from lofty skies,

blows doubts away and makes Trees wise.

This is no curse. The Trees can say,

when Wind has blown their youth away,

that all their joys and all their sorrows

paint great pictures for new tomorrows.

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