Where wind walks leafbeats linger long
The brushed breath rushing limbs, bark, flush
The furl, unwhirling season’s dress.
While ages guess a searching sight
Confesses stress, the instress, prides
The bond a fast and firmness, fonds
Air’s hand and heart. The bare bliss lips
And loves as leaves blush, lush, unhush
To dearest. Aeons run and fall
Where wind, a loyal lover, walks
Through nature’s moods to meet beloved.