poem (kristin)

[sparkle]

The wind is howling thru the night
Heading towards the morning light
It gathers leaves from off the trees
We watch them dancing in the breeze 
starlings sparrows wrens and crows
Where there heading no one knows
Flying high and flying free
Over land and over sea 
Grasses green and skies of blue
Rain and sun and evening hue
Seasons tell a different story
Mother nature in all her glory