Reflections on Nature: A Collection of Poems

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Whispering Wind

Oh come, Whispering Wind.
Bring a cloud or two.
Oh come, Whispering Wind.
Brush your cool, gentle fingers across my cheek.
Caress my hair, letting it gently twirl on my face.
Then pick me up and carry me to dreamland on the softest cloud.
Oh come, Whispering Wind.
Become my dream come true.
Oh come, Whispering Wind.
Bring a cloud or two.