by Ann Nelson-Russell

Created on: April 22, 2009

I feel the wind upon my cheek

I briefly pause and reflect upon my week

I watch the tree leaves sway to and fro

I am aware that not everything is meant for me know

I have felt the breeze in its' gentle state and also when it was violent with rage

I can compare the differences to many situations that have occurred on life's stage

I much prefer the soft stroke upon my face

I wonder why we rush and go about our days at such a pace

I pause and feel the gentle touch

I realize that when I rush I miss so much

I feel the wind upon my cheek

I want to laugh but feel too weak

I look upon the bare branched tree

I wonder if anyone will miss me

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