The trunk stands firm
while all the leaves
are shaking
wholly yielded
to the caress of the breeze
each leaf on a slender stalk
specially designed
for this freeing purpose
effortlessly responding
reflecting movement
giving itself to the wind
as it conducts its way
through the branches
leaving a trail of
ever-changing
ageless
music
Holy wind
as you blow
invisible
but not unseen
through my branches
causing all my leaves
to tremble
liven
each leaf
waken
each fragile facet of my soul
to your whispering
may your movement
amidst my quivering leaves
create music
of healing
beauty
life
ageless
but ever new
