This book holds the items for the contest I enter in 2019, 2020, and beyond. |
| Listen to the wind singing to humanity, promising rain for the parched soil. Listen to the wind chanting its praise to the Almighty, giving thanks for a cool spring morning. Listen to the wind, as it moves the leaves oak and olive on a warm summer afternoon. Listen to the wind as it caresses ocean waves on a brisk autumn evening. Listen to the wind whispering secrets to the stars on a cold winter night. Poet's Note: ▶︎ |