where does the wind go when the grass is still

                                 how  can it cease its song

                               the wail

                           the thunder                  

                   which can shake trees

                                        the howl which can wrestle with the ocean

                                                   the many voices

                                       caressing

                                       threatening

                                      all- pervading

                                                we are helpless victims

                                                be it breeze or hurricane

                                        homebreaker

                                        soul soother

                                                   mover of the air we breathe

                                                                and

                                                 on those days it is not here    

                                                             we reach out

                                            to run our fingers through its absence      

                         where does the wind go when the grass is still 

©Vance Roberts (Floots)

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