I hope it is not an omen of a friends dearest companion.
...
Prayer to the Wind
...
To beauty and peace
in your song
My soul does cling
...
Beyond the sounds
of man
I hear your voice
...
Above the valley
the eagle
calls
...
Drinking from the brook
trees standing guard
whisper to
the spawning trout
...
In its home
rabbits heart, soft drum beat
at rest
...
I hear your peace
in voiceless quiet before
the setting sun
...
I pray to you
bathe
my troubled mind
to rest my soul
...
ccd 2010
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