Oak Trees Blowing in the Wind

I look to my left to hear the wind
Blowing vibrantly through my oak tree.
Asking for my undivided attention
Coyly playing with me to watch its movements...
Showing me what power air possesses.
Intangible yet everywhere and nowhere.
The elusive wind gently moves green oak leaves.
Caressing them with invisible care.
Rhythmically swaying to & fro like a dance.
As the clear breeze shakes the leaves,
Percussion takes over my ear drums.
Like waves hitting the sand.
I am called home.
As the wind slowly moves over the leaves...

Peace flows through me.

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