When `ere the gentle breeze floats by
my heart lifts up with a softened sigh
as though lullaby from away, from above
had sweetly graced us all with Love.
Green feathered leaves form rustled crowds,
peopled with a Spirit that flies with cloud’s lift.
Far in my mind, I dream that I fly
and soar with the winds that sweep in God’s drift.
© Linda Willows 2016
Photograph by Katherine Watson