The Wind whispers,
sometimes softly,
sometimes loudly.
Sometimes she pushes me along.
Sometimes she pushes me back.
She caresses me
with a a gentle warm breeze.
She throttles me
with a blustery cold gust.
To hear her word,
I must listen,
for I know not
from whence she came,
or where she goes.
I listen to her rolling sound
that resonates.
I absorb her breath of life
that permeates.
I rest assured in silence
for she speaks
to all for all.
