Whipping Winds

I wish for a cool light breezy chant,
shadows cast on a warm spring day,
a light touch of warmth on my carefree sun kissed skin.
Where is thou light touch,
that warms my soul?
Where is thou sweet scent,
that beckons me to love?

The sharp cool air bruises.
Its silent whispers echoes the winds of winters harsh blows.
Why must you be so careless?
To revel in the mercy of my forgiveness.
I need not catch up after myself,
I have already been kept silent.
My wish for you now,
oh whipping winds so careless and unforeseen,
is that you may not find me here again,
for I shall soon vanish.

Universe

The Universe is for me,
Who shall dear stand against me.
For I am one with the soul of the earth,
He shall surely guide my path.
Listen to the magic crackle,
Of the giant wise old tree.
Listen to the hushed songs,
Of the ancient whistling winds.
Their secrets will guild thee through the valley,
As they have done for thousands of years.
The path of greatness as been etched in gold,
All that is left to do is live.
Live by the passions of ones heart.
Live by the greatness of ones God who lives within.
Live by truth and not by might.
Live each moment in greatness,
And with greatness will come life.