Alone in the Wind

Alone in the Wind


Alone in the desert
Amid the arid landscape
With the green cacti lighting up the pale surface
While scraps of dry earth shuffle around
In the wind


Alone on the Beach
Bright sun reflecting off the wet shoreline
And light blue waves crashing against the waterfront
Like a monster engulfing its prey
While the sand scatters
In the wind


Alone in the mountains
Walking along a beaten woody path
With the sweet sounds of birds chirping in the branches
And the strong smell of evergreen in the air
While the trees sway
In the wind


Alone in a field
Surrounded by rolling hills and green meadows
Strolling along the swift streams and noisy creeks
While the colorful wild flowers flutter
In the wind


The wind whispers
Quietly it speaks
Of the land around it
To hear it clearly
One must stand silently
To listen to the song
Of the wind