the wind will have its purpose
the wind ruffles my thoughts
that cling like leaves to branches,
a tree takes root, a bird must fly
and leaves will whisper to the wind
we will fall but not before
this bird becomes a bird, this tree a tree,
and the wind will have its purpose
to pluck my thoughts, to build its skies.
© said sadain, jr. 2017
To go with the poetry above, here is Yusuf (a.k.a. Cat Stevens) with his song The Wind:
“I listen to the wind
to the wind of my soul
where I’ll end up, well, I think,
only God really knows…”
“I listen to my words
but they fall far below
I let my music take me
where my heart wants to go….”
— Cat Stevens
The period December-January is a very busy time for me, so with this post I would like to wish everyone happy days filled with love and peace for the holiday season and for the coming new year. I hope to see you again later in January or early February, God willing.
— SSJ, 2 December 2017
“the wind ruffles my thoughts/ that cling like leaves to branches” Beautiful poem!
thank you, short-prose-fiction 😊
My pleasure. Your poetry is so beautiful!
so is your blog beautiful, kind blogger 😊 thank you again.
Wow!..:)… gorgeous.. full of insight!
Thank you, Kae 😊
lovely poem, with a lovely Cat Stevens tune to accompany!
Thank you, Ms. Jade! 😊
You are welcome. Cat Stevens has always been one of my favorites. Your poem complements his sentiments very well.
Good to know that, Ms. Jade 🙂 The music of Cat Stevens taught me early on that poetry, like music, can never be without rhythm. Nor music, like poetry, without meaning… even when the music playing is hard metal rock 😀
A beautiful meditation on life, right through to those ethereal last lines.😃
Thank you, Steve. These lines were written while I was meandering through a quantum field on a bird-watching errand 🙂