Great powerful gusts

rush over the endless expanse of golden grass,

making them sway to Heaven's song.

Warm, powerful,

the sweet smelling breeze dances over the Earth,

urging all in it's path to follow it,

pulling up loosened particles of Earth's skin,

intertwining with the leaves of the trees.

Shaking them, waking them up.

So very much alive, the expressive force pours all of itself

into everything around it,

filling all of Earth's creatures with the compelling urge to sing,

to dance,

to move with the flow and current of the wind.

Made up of pure adrenaline,

knowing only the sound of whispers, screams,

and the pounding beat of an unseen heart,

the all consuming zephyr pounds on the Earth,

and all know it's beat.