Wind…

A simple poem about me.

Wind © Brooklyn Muse

The wind is the spirit-

the leaves are my soul,

the earth is a haven-

if the truth does be told.

The veins bring the life-

raw energy within,

the tree holds the branches-

from where I begin.

Veins © Brooklyn Muse

I travel in spirit-

the breeze whispers on earth,

until I am called-

back to my birth.

The seeds of this tree-

run wild with age,

my spirit embarks-

in time with the sage.

Live Large © Brooklyn Muse

I give what I choose-

I share and I die,

The leaves of the spirit-

are one with the sky.

I wish you the best-