A/N: A rare rhyming poem for your enjoyment.

Standing beneath the sky
Looking at passerby.
Melodies outpouring
Lonely notes are soaring.

The wind is blowing,
But no one knows where it’s going:
The wind is moving,
But no one sees it working.

Breezes carry notes on high
To a sad and wond’ring eye
Life so nearly gone away
Yet so distant here today.

The wind is blowing,
But no one knows where it’s going:
The wind is moving,
But no one sees it working.

A gentle word, here then gone
Then begins a different song
A song of praise, song of light
Testament to Spirit’s might.

The wind is blowing,
But no one knows where it’s going:
The Spirit is moving,
But no one sees him working.