Wind in the Trees By David Michael Jackson It is the wind in the trees which is only seen by the effect and yet we know the wind is there It is the breeze which rustles the leaves that gives me hope. It is that I cannot see it and yet I know it is there that gives me hope It is the vastness of space itself and infinity itself that gives me hope, as I hold this finite brush in my temporary hand and I make this finite stroke with this temporary paint and the wind is in the trees giving hope Wind in the Trees Copyright © 1998 by David Michael Jackson, All rights reserved More David Michael Jackson Poetry ----------Art by David Michael Jackson Send private comments to author:  editors@artvilla.com Read the Poem Of Every So Often at https://www.artvilla.com