The wind whispers its secrets through the trees.
To understand it,
Oh what a gift that would be!
The birds understand it
And sing their praise.
Why can I not perceive it?
Am I not listening hard enough?
Am I listening too hard?
In the wrong way?
If I could understand it,
Would I be able to read the ripples
So lovely on the surface of the lake?
Or listen to the story of the grass-waves?
The majestic voices of the clouds?
The gentle breeze places soft kisses on my lips
Light caresses on my skin
Plays with the long curls of my hair.
Perhaps it’s best to accept what the wind gives to me.
The cool on a hot Summer’s day.
The scent of Spring.
The life-giving rain.