Whisperer

The Wind whispers,

sometimes softly,

sometimes loudly.

 

Sometimes She pushes me along.

Sometimes She pushes me back.

 

She caresses me

with 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 assure in silence

for she speaks

to all for all.

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