The Wind

I lie asleep on the cool grass. A breeze begins to slither over my dormant body. It plays in my hair with its flowing fingers and dances along my eyelashes. Startled by its determination to wake me, I slowly rise, gazing at the clean blue horizon. I am in an empty space.

The quiet breeze gathers speed and transforms into a rushing wind. Its energy swirls around me, filling the air with perfect harmonies and angelic whispers. The fullness of sound and space lift my earthy frame off the ground. Floating peacefully hand-in-hand with the wind, my arm raises effortlessly to illustrate its beautiful melodies.

Colors pour from my fingers, flowing freely as the wind dictates the notes. Relying upon its marvelous power, I close my eyes in trust. Without hesitation, my hands create grand trees, dripping with rainbow-colored leaves, snow-white clouds sparkling in the brilliant sun, and millions of stars waving enthusiastically to the earth beneath them.

Eagerly listening, a royal mountain appears beneath my fingers. The winds carefully release me to rest upon this mountain. I open my eyes and observe the colorful world clapping joyfully in newness of life. My mountain shadows my world, but as I climb, the shadows disappear. There remain many rugged miles to hike, but with the help of the wind, I can reach the top.