The Winds Whisper

On a windy day
you hear the wind pray
for another sunny day
this is what the wind will say,

I walk on the pond
I make the waves
sing their on going song,

I brush through the trees
to make their leaves dance
I whisper them stories to remember me,

I carry the sand
and change its background
joyfully playing in my hand,

I rock the grass
I lull it to sleep
while sharing stories of our past,

I am Nature I don’t need to stay
you never want me here
because of that ill go away,

I’ve tried to sing the song
I’ve tried to tell you the stories
but you go for cover to before long,

I try to rock you
I try to help carry you
but you seem to caught up in things to do,

so instead on a windy day
you might hear me pray
for another sunny day.