the wind

ive been thinking about my grandma quite a bit lately...she died a couple years ago and yet anytime a gust of wind comes around or i see a cardinal or robin i think of her, and lately its almost been like the robin's have been following me, if i am out i see a ton, its kinda crazy but also really comforting. when she died we found the following poem which i thought about after reading caley's post.

Wind

Wind rocking the nestling to sleep
Safe from hte earthlings who prowel beneath
I love the wind as it scuttles the clouds
Blows the dust of the earth
Shakes the leaves of the trees
Makes the flowers nod thier heads
Grasses bend and catch my breath
With a shy laugh
The wind makes one feel alive
Its force-its greatness
Its softness, its fragrance in omen of change