Listening to the Breeze
by Gary Wittmann
Feb. 10, 2005
The river is flowing over the rocks.
The birds are chirping in the trees.
I sit alone the bank and listen to the breeze.
The river is moving down a path not knowing where it will go.
The birds are flying high in the sky searching for food.
I sit alone on the bank and listen to the breeze.
The River moves quickly by as if in a hurry to get somewhere.
The birds make their movement in the sky flying somewhere from this spot.
I sit alone on the bank and listen to the breeze.
The river runs into the ocean spreading itself widely outward in all directions.
The birds scatter themselves southward to new home, only to return later.
I sit alone on the bank and remember the sounds and listen to the breeze.
