The Whispering Winds.

The whispering winds,

Say a lot of things.

They know the earth,

They are well aware of all the sounds.

The whispering winds,

Tell the secrets of eternity to the little ones,

Who play.

Little do they understand what it means,

But the winds keep a brilliant records of the things

Happening all around.

The whispering winds,

Can rock a cradle.

Can fell a few leaves.

They can make a crying baby fall asleep,

They can change the course of a match.

They are mighty, gentle and sometimes ruthless,

But my friend King Lark,

Is there God,

And they have to listen to him.


N.B.-Keep a lookout for the whispering winds.Who knows? They might come to visit you.

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