Wind is an audible whisper, <br />It’s a secret, and it’s a laugh, <br />Murmured through the timeless trees, <br />From ancient ages past. <br />It sometimes calls through blackest night <br />For the owl to hoot and scream, <br />It plays a haunting winter flute, <br />In the meadow near the stream. <br />Piping little melodies, <br />Endless, haunting, long, <br />And when you think you’ve finally caught them, <br />In a moment they are gone.<br /><br />>Starr Williams
