As She Passes By...

There is a quality to the way the wind moves like this
Slides her fingers through my hair
Brushes my face
Almost like she loves that I appreciate everything she is.

Ive got time to sit this way
Let her keep my company on the grass
And tell me stories
Most people wouldn't bother stopping to hear.

Let her speak her mind
And tell me her opinions
Expressing all the places she's been, and wants to go
Which is further than i will ever go in my lifetime

There is a quality to what she teaches me
How loving she seems to be
When I know, and I have seen
That she has a temper on her that is completely ferocious

Shes a beauty in her own right
A beauty no one will truly see or acknowledge
But I dont need to see her to know she is loving and gentle
And probably the most outstanding of all of us

Shes still whispering as always
I have a feeling she is never still
She will always have a story for me to hear
As long as I have time to listen.