Wind (21. September 2008)

Speak to me
in the wind
in the rain
in the bark of the trees
in the cry of the eagle
in the light of the sun.

Speak to me
through the beauty of creation
day and night
starlight and moonlight
echoes
ripples
reflections in a stream.

Let me hear
and let me feel
your beauty all around me
light and shadows
flickering leaves
and the breeze on my skin.