At the end of the green lively earth <br />desert begins where sun smolders <br />sand into smoke rolls. <br />To my surprise, I walk back <br />to the seashore and in absolute <br />stillness the only sound arrives <br />is music from the flutes of wind. <br />Beneath the beautiful landscape of <br />universe, waves rise above <br />the sand shield and recede <br />to touch the sun stained horizon. <br />Away from the black cold clouds <br />the only melody I hear is music <br />from the flutes of wind..<br /><br />Rema Prasanaa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/music-of-wind/
