William Barnhill

The whisper of the wind flows over grassy meadows;
Hailing all who might listen, to come and feel the promise of a new day.
Shadows of the night depart retreating behind tree and rock;
Leaving crystal liquid diamonds slowly vanishing before the warmth of day.

Teams of wren fly their way along fence, branch and vine;
Singing of gladness brought by the renewal of light and the dawn's beginning.
Scattered sequins sparkle and fade across the expanse and heights of the great blue celestial.
The smell of grass and flowers breaches every sense that is alive;
And permeates the soul of every waking action.

The whisper of the wind glides across watery marsh;
Capturing fly and mosquito in its grasp;
Bending stock and reed;
Sending ripples that disturb the water spider's ballet;
Wavering from the whisper's touch, an Egret poises on one leg;
Gazing vigilantly at the water line;
Confirming the fate of a dragon fly larvae;
That climbs towards a metamorphic rendezvous it will never keep.

A dust devil springs to life across a plowed field;
Turning gunny sack brown with each dip and whip of its course;
Running before the wind like a top possessed by demons;
Reaching the forest line, disappearing like a ghost into the wall of green.
Even the rabbit's borrow, down beneath the hollow's lowest trail;
Hears and feels the voice of the whisper entering chambers ceilings adorned with grass root;
Sliding by furry occupants escaping from a back entrance into the light and beyond.
Sulfur colored butterflies and white puffy dandelion seed are carried high;
Into the air floating above this summer scene moving with the whisper;
Witnessing from far above the grand design at work.

As the whisper of the wind touches all things;
So do all things invite the touch of the hand of creation;
The hand which regulates the clouds, distributes life giving seed;
And causes the birds to measure their pace against its caress.
All spirits rejoice as the breeze gathers up the essence of the earth;
its life blood, dust and water;
Casting it to the four corners;
Renewing the gift of life within this magic sphere.
Sending forth the vital mixture;
Stock of the cosmic soup, up into the air;
Sending it forth to replenish the great odyssey;
The great design, which is life.