CHILD OF WIND
Child of Wind,
Can be had for a breeze,
A rustle, a whisper
caught in the trees,
Airy fair kisses caressing her cheek,
Or a gusty invite to play hide and seek,
Here, then gone, then found sneaking a peek...
Child of Wind,
Seasoned to flights,
Bird girl lifting
to airy winged heights,
Borne on the currents of spirited rides,
On the back of the wind, both ancient and wise,
This child-woman soars to where joy resides,
With Love in her hair, Wind Child abides.
~ Marcia Singer (c) 2005