I heard the sound of the wind beating softly into my ear
I say beating because I could not tell the difference between the whisper of the wind
And the resonance of the blood that was pumping through my veins
My heartbeat, the wind —
One and the same.
I laid there in awe, mesmerized by the way it moved gently through the trees, giving them embodiment and motion
Knowing that my heart does the same within this body of mine —
Moving faster, working harder in times when I feel the need to run away from it all
Slower, more relaxed when I finally take the time to rest, to simply be
It is this organ inside my of chest that plays the same song as the wind through the trees,
And I watch as they sway carelessly, with no where they need to be
Nowhere but here.