South Wind of Summer

 South Wind of Summer

When the south wind of summer

Sings through the trees

And the high mountain thunder

Hangs low in the breeze

 

 A strong heart flows over

An empty heart fills

And the south wind of summer

Caresses the hills 

There is no returning, the seasons don't end

They just blow through the branches and bend with the wind

 When the south wind of summer sings in the pines

And the far away cities seem so close behind

 A strong heart flows over

An empty heart fills

And the south wind of 

summer blows where it

wills

 There is no returning, the seasons don't end

They just blow through the branches and

bend with the wind

 Pockets in the Rocky Mountains where the presence of God flows through your soul

Pockets on this earth where the good energy is so strong you feel it through your bones

These are the places where I receive into my being inspiration for all that I do.  These are the places where I can smell, feel, touch the healing herbs.  These are the places I think of as I tend my plants daily. These are the things I give in everything I grow.  It is a pure and perfect gift to you.

Some mornings will find us up above the timberline. Lonesome don't seem like much once you're this high.  When it's all said and done, I usually find that me and the eagle are of the same mind.