Poem: Windy

Whispering through the trees, it does rattle the falling leaves.

Caressing and seeing all, it travels the world with no cares at all.

Knowing near and far the mountains of the east or oceans of the west,

slithering and sliding through the cracks of walls touching all surfaces

it knows best. Pushing storms and midnight clouds to and fro across the

deep green seas that flow. Sailors ships guided gracefully across the

watery depths where many vessels now lay below. Raising the sands or

roaring tornados which leave destruction in their wake causing such a

chaotic state. It is the element in which aids fire and it wounds as

much as it heals, it is the voice of mother nature and speaks to those

who venture to hear the stories of her years.

Published by N.K. Sterling

A sibling and daughter to some, a friend to others. As an artist , writer, and dreamer N.K Sterling spends days crafting new creations be it in painting or jewelry making or dabbling in many creative avenues in life from music to sewing has only made Sterling more inspired to keep trying new things. Enjoying a good book by the fire, or an adventurous outing with furry friends is always a go to for this expressive soul. Writing has been a passion since the age of twelve and the associate's degree in liberal arts has only help expand this creative mind for future endeavors while currently living in the southern USA.

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