WATCH THE WIND

The trees dance and sing, they speak,

Swaying back and forth up above.

Leaves and many material things are swept away through the streets,

See the windows shake to what moves.

Grass is like a flowing wave,

There’s a presence that moves.

The sea crashes against the rocks,

It’s a force that drives its course.

There lies within the eyes a picture,

From all that it does, a form exists,

Watch the wind, see it travel, watch the wind.

Keith Garrett