Wind slowly sang to the high grass
making it dance toward me
through me and in the distance.
The wind whispers to the cloud
and blue rocks fled before the whisper
bringing hope to the thirsty earth.
I let the water cleanse my spirit
as the wind flies pass me
into the distant unknown.
Toward the black skies
toward the red nights
toward the ocean blue
and back upon the lands of green.
To start the circles ceaseless turn