Nature’s Serenade

Wind as it blows, wind as it chills,

fresh on the skin, a shiver, a thrill.

It clears the mind and rejuvenates the soul,

with whispers that render the weary whole.

Winds are changing, winds are moving,

leaves shift, branches stirring and soothing.

So subtle, so slight, a beauty concealed,

a gift for the eyes of those who yield.

Light as it kisses a peony's blush,

glowing in the morning's quiet hush.

It waltzes across a bed of poppies red,

lifting the spirits where hope has fled.

Rays of sunshine pierce the canopy's maze,

playing peek-a-boo with dawn's warm gaze.

Its depth and reach shape the day's grand scape,

a promise to hearts that ache and ache.

The vault of heaven paints its waking scene,

with streaks of pink, lavender sheen.

And baby-blue clouds like ribbons unfurled,

hope flows anew through a weary world.