Universe Comspiracy

Everything works together
There is a macro conspiracy
I can feel it in the wind
The last night's wind brushed the leaves
In great numbers on to the ground
As I walked through them
Some crackled when I couldn't
Avoid stepping through their number

There were gusts of wind
Rustling the trees in the milieu
As I hiked into the scene
I became a part of the contrivance
The scene is one of synchronicity
The artistry of this event
Highlighted my feeling of connection
I looked around and I soared into God

I could feel the breath on my body
I divided the flow of the breeze
I looked down stream
I wondered where the divided
Wind would flow
Who would it caress
Where would be embraced
What would be carried into existence