The Wind
By Tahlia T
Published 15 June 2023
Climbing carefully closer, I wait.
Slowly she winds, willingly
Weaving across the vast valleys of dewy ferns
Her whistles and songs mesmerise me.
My eyes slowly shut as she swiftly swerves away,
My hair flicking down onto my shoulder
The vast, deep void of darkness is now left lifeless,
No longer flourishing in the flutters of her beauty.
I await for her return, as the bright sunshine fades away,
The ranges and valleys seem so empty without her.
Soon she will return, restoring the ruffles of the bushes,
And the echoes as she calls.
Her beauty unfolding before my eyes,
She rushes back again
Even though we only rarely meet,
I seem to understand her every time,
Her echoes and her whispers speak to me.
Forever I wonder who she really is,
She is hidden, but I still see her.
Who is hiding behind this veil of grace?