The Wind of the Garden

poem by Ruth Salles

Chalkboard drawing by João Batista Conrado

The wind turned around
in my garden.
Down in the beautiful flowers
and gave them all
good morning so…

the flowers answered
decoration.
the petals sway
and very lightly they sing
in greeting.

The wind comes again,
in sunlight.
Climbed in the honeysuckle,
boiled in the daisy,
in the sunflower.

the princess earring
even danced.
Then he took a few steps,
on tiptoe
jumped, jumped.

I liked the voice of the wind
in my garden.
And when he saw me,
I think he smiled,
flying like this.

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