tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5994137000991363421.post3820423579362820445..comments2023-10-31T17:00:21.928+01:00Comments on Het groene gezicht: De dans van de windwill-Arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14925513091076347144noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5994137000991363421.post-41125663618524449202009-12-05T23:31:05.633+01:002009-12-05T23:31:05.633+01:00The Dance of the Wind
In valleys green and still,...The Dance of the Wind<br /><br />In valleys green and still,<br />A gentle breeze whispers <br />through the enchanting woods.<br />A maiden, fair and gay, frolicking on the hill,<br />Bare-footed, she enjoys the warmth of the earth,<br />without her boots.<br />The gale whirls round and round <br />through the forest in riot,<br />Through her the gale of energy shot high.<br />It blows so hard without a moment quiet,<br />Fanning its desire to reach the summit of the sky.<br />Now steadily the dance turns loud, rough and strong,<br />It twists and twirls, with howling, filling the sky,<br />Scattering everything free at times in throng,<br />carrying voices crisp, shrieking,<br />as if desperately attempting to fly.<br />O beautiful wind soothing my pain, <br />Greetings to you, as I heard you plain from the hill.<br />Your sigh of relief is not in vain<br />For the joy you breathe into me is never still.<br />Now you and I, reunited as One<br />Like the lover and his lass,<br />Through the friendless world we fought and won.<br />Together we reach a happy land after letting the<br />suffering pass.<br /><br />Amitakh Stanfordwill-Arthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14925513091076347144noreply@blogger.com