The Wind’s Whisper

In the stillness of dawn, the wind whispers secrets to the waking earth, telling tales of travels, where it has been, where it will go,

a dance of life, a touch upon the skin, carrying with it the scent of blooming flowers, a tender caress, that stirs the heart.

I listen, as the trees bend in agreement, a chorus of green, reminders of the beauty that sways around me, in the gentle cadence, each hush a memory, a future yet to unfold.

Through the whispers of the wind, I find my place, and the world breathes with me, shimmering beneath this celestial dome, as we weave together, a tapestry of existence, a song that holds us all in its embrace.

• Diane di Prima