Whisperer

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.

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