I retired to bed
yet I did not bury my head
to go to sleep.
Well past my bedtime,
with my computer on my lap
dopey eyes wearing glasses reading your blog.
In the wee hours of the night,
or more the wee hours of dawn,
thinking of what to blog on mine tonight.
The night wind are blowing wild,
the trees are crying aloud,
yet the leaves are music to my ears.
Whispering you are not alone,
the leaves on the trees like your family and friends
are there to ride the wind and storm with you.
Hold tight, never let go
wind is the source of energy
that blows you into a beautiful tomorrow.