Wind Chime

Everything in nature
Everything in life
Moving
In its own way
With its own rhythm

The tree
In a breeze
Dances with its leaves
Its branches
Its trunk

One branch of leaves
Makes the beat
As the crown
Sways with feeling
And the trunk resists the pull

Sometimes
My eyes close
And I lean back to sway
In the soft push
Of the wind

Sometimes
With my hand
Or my voice
I add to the music
Of the wind in the trees

It really
Doesn’t matter
How the wind plays us
Just that we feel
The beauty