The wind, like liquid, flows through the trees leaving behind traces of the day as night falls over the skyline bringing out the stars in the distance like footprints walking by.
The sound of the night is still and quiet, but the wind, like liquid flows silently cooling off the night until morning. What a refreshing smell the liquid wind brings? It is the smell of a new day glistening in the morning rays of the sun as it continues to peek over the horizon.
The water claps her hands as the waves crash against the lonely rocks that awaits them. The sand listens to the sound of the critters that lives inside of it. The mountains melt like wax burning from a candle under the sun rays wishing they were under a cool waterfall.
The wind, like liquid, flows over to them to give them a fresh breeze to cool them off, but the clouds look as if they want to give rain to everything under the vast blue sky. In the far distance, ships pass on by going to their destinations while the sailboats wait for the liquid wind to blow them in the direction they should go.
Can you hear the ocean rising? Would you like to see it turned over? The wind, like liquid, passes through the trees, but how I wish it would pass over me.
Rain began to fall like sheets from the sky. The thunder rolled, and the lightning flashed leaving electricity all over the sky, but the wind, like liquid, kept on blowing. The trees waved their arms, the waves crashed against the rocks, and the sand soaked up the water that landed on it. The little critters burrowed deeper into the sand for shelter, but the mountains stood rugged and still as they always did.
After the rain, everything was quiet, nothing could be heard. Moment by moment the day turned again to night. The stars came out, and the moon gave her light. The wind, like a liquid, kept on passing by.
Liquid Wind.
Food for the Soul 