WILD WINDS

Wild Winds

As Autumn's breath sweeps through the rustling trees,

The wind becomes an artist, brush in hand,

It paints with leaves in hues of red and gold,

Creating scenes that nature's heart expands.

And in the vibrant petals of the Spring,

The wind dances amidst the blooming fields,

It whispers secrets to the budding blooms,

And joyful fragrances, it gently yields.

In Summer's golden light, the wind takes flight,

Caressing sun-kissed meadows with its grace,

It carries laughter on its playful wings,

Bringing warmth and joy to every place.

And when the Winter's snowflakes softly fall,

The wind weaves wonders in its icy reign,

It scatters flakes with whimsical delight,

Creating dreams on the frozen window pane.

Yet like the wind, you have your path to tread,

With gifts that make the world a better home,

Leave traces of your artistry and grace.

Embrace this journey, as the wind does roam,

But oh, how we hope that one fine day,

The wind may settle in the meadow's glow,

To bring us once again the warm embrace,

Of breezes that bring joy, like long ago.

May your artistic spirit find its rest,

And fill our lives with happiness anew,

As wind finds solace in its gentle breeze,

May your gifts bring joy and inspiration, true.

Dad, 2023

My oldest daughter is leaving to Girls' Camp. We were asked to write a letter to them from their parents. I created the above poem. When I think of Ambree, she reminds me of the wind. In many ways, everyone around her experiences her gifts and virtues, but she finds it hard to see them herself. As the wind, she is strong and determined. But also fluid and changing. I have great hopes for her, but I fear that I will never have enough influence on her direction. She is not like my other children. This causes me to worry the most about her. My prayer to her is that she return back to the meadow one day so that we all can experience her love and warmth.