Have you seen a field blowing with the wind?
The peaceful breeze flowing freely through each grain.
The freedom of not worrying about anything.
The graceful swaying back and forth.
The gentle sound of the crisp wind against the field.
As if they are communicating.
So soft, so peaceful, so wonderful.
The sun just setting with beautiful colors.
Slowly descending leaving just a memory of
where it just has been.
Knowing that tomorrow it will be there,
again, without worries, without harm.
Expecting the sun to return,
to give it strength, to grow!
Hoping for the wind to return to communicate,
to enjoy the peacefulness she has to offer.
Will she return?
Will have to wait till tomorrow.
– Patience