Wind Poem by RickyLee Barber

Softly moving thru the air,
Moving things from here to there.
Going far and sometimes near, making sounds so crystal clear.
Over mountains it moves with ease,
Thru the pass it slowly breathes.
Giving life to every thing, listen close to hear it sing. On the wings of lifted flight, from dusk till dawn and thru the night. It yields its power to those who call and gives itself to one and all. Now to this thing we call the wind, an awesome force that never ends. Until the day that Jesus comes, this thing called wind will show its love.
(2005)