Listening to the Wind I listen to the wind’s hushed whispers,
as it sweeps through the valleys,
carrying the scent of distant seas,
or the laughter of the mountains,
its voice a haunting melody.

Each gust tells a tale,
of storms past, of sunlit days,
where it curls around me,
warming chilled skin,
a ephemeral connection to the sky.

Oh to dance with the wind,
as it twirls the branches,
so effortlessly, a celebration
of wildness, freedom,
a reminder of where I belong.

• Ruth Padel