TO BE FRIENDS WITH THE WIND
To Be Friends With The Wind
I hear it calling me,
In the middle of the night.
I hold my self very thought,
A whisper at my window,
Beckoning me to frolic,
In the cool summer breeze.
I hear something calling out
My name ,
I wanted to know if the wind
Wanted to be friends with me ,
It blows gently through my hair,
As I dance across my bedroom
Window just to feel the cool
Breeze calling me ,
The wind tickles my face with a
Touch of love from heaven above ,
When the breeze ruffles through my
Long black hear I was so touched
How beautiful that touch felt ,
I look out my window and so the
Beautiful moon shining out across
The Sea like it was watching over me ,
Every time I sit down,
I hear the wind calling my name because
It want's to play ,
I go out just to have my talk with Jehovah
God and I could feel the wind touch my
Feet walking by the beach ,
As I walk along I would hear the winds
Beautiful song as it cry's out to the Sea
Saying love me ,
I lay here gazing up, At the starry night,
Wondering how it can, Be so beautiful.
I then put a big smile on my face ,
Because the beauty of the wind and the
Land was made by the hand of our God ,
I wanted to be friends with with the wind
And the moon that shine though out the
Night .
Lilly Emery (C)
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