Wind in the Trees

By David Michael Jackson

It is the wind in the trees which
is only seen by the effect
and yet we know the wind is there
It is the breeze which rustles the leaves that
gives me hope.
It is that I cannot see it
and yet I know it is there that
gives me hope
It is the vastness of space itself
and infinity itself that
gives me hope, as I
hold this finite brush
in my temporary hand and I make this finite stroke with
this temporary
paint and the wind
is in the trees
giving hope

Wind in the Trees Copyright © 1998 by David Michael Jackson, All rights reserved
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