The Wind

The Wind

The wind that whistles through the trees,
And whispers faintly through the breeze,
Speaks so softly in your ear,
Storied places far and near,

Of maple, pine, and mighty oak,
And long lost cities ne'er of spoke,
Glistening caves and seas of gold,
Mighty ruins from times of old,

If you would stop and hear its tale,
May it be in calm or crashing gale,
Be so kind and listen in,
To hear the story of the wind....