A Healing Wind

Wind blows
Through a warm sunny field
People sit
Waiting to be healed

Trees sway
The green goes away
To lighter shades
Of brown and grey

I sit and watch
And calmly stay
In rippling fields
Of wheat that may

Lighten loads
Of souls that weigh
And asks them nicely
To come and play

The people jump
And laugh and pray
They skip and tumble
And play all day

A cheerful breeze
Has come this way
In fields of wheat
Rye and hay

Wind blows
Through a warm sunny field
People laugh
As if they’d just been healed