Waiting With the Wind

Breeze ruffles

Through frills of grass,

Little green blades

Getting trampled again

And again,

Still rooted

In the soil,

In life,

Letting the gusts

Greet them with fluttering,

Encouraging them to blow stronger

With the tides,

To rush by

With time,

To take deep breaths

With the caves,

To meander and think

With the clouds,

To simply be

With the glassy pools,

The trees standing strong,

The stones

Breaking up bubbles

Into frothy little domes,

The wide eyes

skittering, 

Following each little twirl,

Waiting

For inspiration.