By Jose Guzman
Wind silently whispering
Special melodies,
Carefully listening
Gently calling me.
The sun’s strong rays
Golden glistening warmth,
True jealousy
Evidently clear now.
The sparrow’s special song
Plays throughout the land.
It’s music strong and willful
Present to the few.
Strong and steady
Are the wind’s qualities.
Bright and jealous
Are the sun’s qualities.
Two siblings,
Each fight for attention
An endless game
Infinitely, no end…