Linda Perhacs

It's called the soul of all natural things See the rays that break among rocks and stones You're the winds that plague on the And the bills and brims of fume Hear the rush of the winds across the crowded sky Hear the cries that touch even you and I A

As the sand Is to my toes And the wind Is to my face And the rain Upon my hair is felt So his eyes Were to my eyes And to myself Each day I heard The wind and surge At night I breathe The pine and earth That salty feel Upon my Dampened skin Time was