Lindsey: A Whisper In The Wind

She is a seed which blows on an unknown wind.
Her direction in life is an open dream which has no end.

She is like unto a flower in the fields of spring.
She cast her hopes on things yet unseen.

Whereunto shall the seed of her dreams land.
She is a mystery which few shall ever understand.
She is the lonesome yet beautiful flower which through storm and trial will always stand.

So to know her may be but a whisper on a secret dream.
For she is like unto the wind, a spirit unseen.

One day I prophecy,
That she shall land in a field of gold.
She will prosper on her dreams untold.

Faith and determination shall follow her all of her days.
This sweet flower which survived many a storm shall bless all that comes her way.

J. Allen Wilson © 7/13/2014