Megan Rose's Poetry

Language Of The Air.

The wind is full of whispers, 
The language of the air. 
When it blows it sends messages to our ears. 
Sometimes it tells us stories, poems, songs, and rhymes, 
Clueless we are of what it is saying though half of the time. 
Perhaps we are meant to wonder and never really know, 
What the wind is saying in rain, sun, and snow.