Softly she blows;
Rustling leaves,
Tickling toes;
Caressing as she goes.
She can’t be boxed or bottled.
She loves to roam.
She whistles and blows, singing her songs.
She can be stubborn; when she tugs and pulls.
And even as you love her;
Her energy roams everywhere;
Making her presence known.
To love like the wind – spreading love and kindness everywhere and to everyone. Just imagine how many lives we can touch. The blessings of the wind.
With love and light – Ash ❤ 🙂