Get out and play in the wind, for she brings many messages in her whispers through the trees.
The Spring winds announces themselves
with whispers, groans, and creaks through the tall trees.
Shaking out the last dead leaves of Winter;
making way for rebirth.
Stand outside a moment, in the dark night.
The wind is calling.
Ushering urgent messages into your core,
as quickly as she blasts winter cobwebs away.
Allow yourself to be shaken out,
for the roots always hold firm in the spring.
Allow her bitter cold gusts pierce the very core of your heart,
like jump leads – a call to action.
Spring is here she bellows across the fields.
Her force sees no obstacle too great,
as she urges waves to rise high and topple,
A great power carrying endless potential.
The wind announces her formless self through every thing of form.
Her invisible path leaves a trail of dancing trees.
She is birthed from difference, yet she sees none.
Stand outside in the…
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