When the wind blows through tall trees
It blows throguh tiny blades of grass.
Tall trees why cry?
Blades of grass why cry?
Tall trees see the wind
Blow away your troubles.
Blades of grass sees the wind
Blow away your pain.
What the wind carries away
It lovingly conceals
So does the spirit of the soul
Blessing for you it can feels.
As you discover the calmness
You feel your troubles leave
Within a deep settled peace
That comes after the breeze.
You may not feel the calmness
As abrupt as the breeze
But know the God you serve
Will gladly supply your needs.
Cecelia Weir
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/good-winds/
