trees tonight
than the wind.
I hear freedom
a cleansing
cold wave that
takes from us
the burden
of our much-toiling
flesh.
I hear the silence
behind the ocean
of pine whipping
sound,
bough whistling
peace -
a peace
that knows it is
all.
It passes
more than just
all understanding.
It passes
all beauty,
all joy,
even all hope.
Because it is
all of these things.
And how is it
that the wind
can be all of these things -
freedom, peace, understanding,
beauty,joy and even hope.
That
I may never know.
But, I hear it.
Ciao!
Tom +
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