My Life In Word

THE WIND’S WHISPER

The wind doth whisper secrets soft and low,
Through rustling leaves and in the swaying grass.
Its voice, a breath, a murmur's gentle flow,
Reveals the tales of ages that did pass.

It whispers of the seas and distant lands,
Of mountains high and valleys deep below.
Of ancient trees and shifting desert sands,
And mysteries the stars alone could know.

It carries scents of flowers and of rain,
The songs of birds, the laughter of the breeze.
In quiet moments, free from earthly strain,
The wind's soft whisper puts my mind at ease.

Oh, listen close, and heed the wind's sweet call,
For in its breath, life's secrets softly fall.

Simona A. Brinson

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