Blue green
Yellow serene
Blissful pristine
This ring in my being
Wind from the forest
Speaking in chorus
I hear you
And every so often
You visit again
From your far away
Yet so close land
The wind blows
And familiarity echoes
Your voice
Suddenly
In clear proximity
You appear
Like you were always here
Like looking in a mirror
And recognizing the sheer
Essence of self