Traveling Wind

The pure summer wind
soars through the ancient trees
the grass dances to its music
The forest sings to the breeze

As the untainted wind blows
Under the branches and leaves
it dances, it dips,
and it gracefully weaves

It swoops down to the floor
and picks up the rich ground
revealing a land full of life
Purity that can confound

Then it rises back up
To soar with the singing bird
Looking down upon the earth below
Then it disappears without a word