30 October 2005, 1:44 PM
My Name is in the Wind
Rustling Sycamore leaves and
Still-green grass upon the Lea
Rippling the waters as the Sparrow’s
Flight waxes in the morning Sun.
My Name is in the Wind
Beneath a Butterfly’s new-found wings
Stirring cirrus Clouds upon an
Azure Sky now deep’ning to Cerulean
Beyond the mirrored Universe
I’ve gazed upon so long
I’d forgotten all else
But my Name is in the Wind
Blowing endlessly
Returning to the One
Who placed the tree upon the Lea
Who gave the Sun and gilded leaves
Who loves the Bird and Butterfly
Who made the grass and blessed the same
Who is the Wind and knows my Name
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