By Ariella Woolf, Australia
A whisper in the wind
So gentle, yet careful
Its presence is fundamental
The whisper in the wind
The tree’s leaves become duller
As they fall to the ground
Crushed underfoot they become brown
And the world is drained of colour
The ponds begin to freeze
Whilst plants begin to wither
And the nights become long and bitter
Until the skies open and the sun comes out with ease
The plants begin to grow unguided
The sun comes out and starts to shine
And the flowers grow over time
Until it all starts again with a wind whose path remains undecided
Ariella this is beautiful! What a perfect reflection of the budding spring we are finally experiencing in the northeast!
Thank you so much!
Wow!! So beautiful!!
Just lovely