what color is the wind,
when blowing through the forest,
the flora, the fauna, the trees?
what color is the wind,
wisping across the ocean,
over rivers and over streams?
what color is the wind,
soaring above with clouds
and riding the azure sky?
what color is the wind,
i breathe as it flows through
my lungs, my veins, my heart?
what color is the wind,
that gives verve to our souls?
is it not the color of everything,
the color of all ?
It is, no doubt, the color of everything. Cool poem.
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely!
ReplyDeleteThat ending stanza sums it all, the color of all ~
ReplyDeleteWonderful questions and refrain - I love it ~
This is a lovely question poem and I love the ending!
ReplyDeleteFeels cold and blue to me these days.
ReplyDeleteoh yes it is... very nicely done!
ReplyDeleteThe final stanza is the perfect conclusion!
ReplyDeleteMarco, this is so beautiful and uplifting.
ReplyDeleteVery profound.
ReplyDeleteThe beauty in nature, and our attention to its gifts & wonders - is an amazing sight. You've captured her essence here -- lovely. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteJust gorgeous... what color is the wind as it touches us all.
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