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Zephyr:
Whispering through the forest leaves in green shade,
Curling around the candle flame flickering through an open evening window,
Gently blowing the hair upon your head in hot summer night,
Cooling your fevered brow in illness,
Washing steam from the mirror after your bath,
Rolling grains of sand past bare feet on a soft yellow beach,
Rippling emerald waters on a smooth lake,
Helping the tall grass to wave hello,
Spinning dust devils in the red desert,
Carrying cottonwood seed like magic across a field,
Ruffling the feathers of a hawk upon the perch,
Carrying a wavering voice calling a well-loved name,
The zephyr plays out it's magic upon a world,
It's soft touch as the butterfly's wings,
One of the gentlest of this world's things,
Invisibly visible,
In myriad ways,
The zephyr plays.
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By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 2001
By: Daniel A. Stafford
Author's Comments
The soft touch of a gentle wind is so magical.
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