The wind,
speaks a song of the soul.
Whisking words through trees,
across plains,
and to my heart.
Sending messages,
to the deepest corners of the ocean,
highest cloud in the sky,
and brightest star in the Heavens.
The wind,
carries your voice to me,
from Heaven.
Letting me know that you made it,
and everything,
will be ok.
~*~ Jill ~*~