Morning Storm

She is the roar of a forest wind Unquestioned freedom and steady roots stand unmoving Showing a perseverance that is breathtaking. She is the morning sun breaking through the leaves, Amber light driving away darkness Like a witchfire dancing through the trees. She has a mysterious wonder Like a moonlit story told though old tales An echo of something you feel but cannot name In her presence, my world hushes As if listening for laughter A melody the wind itself longs to hold