Let the wind gently blow
I'll hold your hand,
Take a walk with me
Across God's gracious land.
Look at Mother Nature
In all her beauty,
Land untouched
As far as the eye can see.
Close your eyes
Listen to the sounds,
Feel wild horse's hooves
beating against the ground.
Let your spirit
Be wild and free,
I am the Wind Whisperer
Take my hand and come with me.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Jan.28/2005
I wrote this, before I found out I didn't have Native Indian blood running through my veins. Two people from another poetry site, gave me this name and I've kept it ever since.
