Whispers on the Wind
Listen to the whispers
that are borne upon the wind,
Echoing the sighs of Heaven
over a fate that's predestined.
For the moving hand has written
the world's fate amongst the stars,
And the winds oft moan and repeat those words
in their varied repertoires.
Softly like a zephyr's kiss
or loudly as in a gale,
The wind informs the whispering grass
who in turn, repeats the tale.
The trees take up the story,
Hear it rustling through the leaves?
The truth is surely out there
it's only man that disbelieves.....
L.D.B.
