A poem written for me :) <br /> <br />The wind is calling, Her breath cold and clear. <br />She is trying to tell me she is near. <br /> <br />To the desert she calls in soft haunting ways <br />Mother Nature is waiting so patient and true <br />The desert she calls out, Has so much to offer you. <br /> <br />The sunsets of yellows, oranges and reds <br />Dance across the sky up over head. <br /> <br />The is an energy so pure and serine <br />Only your soul alone in the desert will see. <br /> <br />An eye of an artist, or stroke of a pen <br />Will be able to capture her to the end <br /> <br />The wind is calling so soft and so true <br />The desert she whispers will be waiting for you. <br /> <br />By L.S.R.<br /><br />Howard Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wind-51/
