I love when the air whistles through,
A breathy yet quiet, “Whoo, whoo”,Then tittles up there,
In the trees in the air,
Their peaceful sweet whispers subdue.
The sun sets upon sapphrine sea,
All ambers and bronze do I see,The waves subtle sound,
And your spirits abound,
In airs of sweet tranquility.
Each day please let all nature ring,
To my ears and my eyes may they sing,
I will pray for the day,
When they take me away,
You feel joy in calmness they bring.
Peter Lowell Paulson
February 20, 2012
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