Majestically it rises
From the waters so clear
Caressing the rock face
That appears so sheer
Up over the land
And further beyond
It carries on through time
An invisible vagabond
Unplanned in it’s journey
Unsure of it’s destination
It goes about it’s way
Without a hint of caution
Sweeping across our land
Occasionally with fear
It refreshes the Spirits
Of all those who are near
I feel it on my face
As I sit near a window
A fresh wind so calming
One so soft and so mellow…
Written by David Johnson
25 March 2015
© Observations & Other Writings/David Johnson 2015