The Wind

The wind softly caresses you,
hugs you,
cares for you.

The wind is your mother,
your father,
your brother, sister, and cousin.

The wind is ancient.
Ageless.
Neverending.

The wind has been there forever,
weaving its way through trees softly,
or thrashing through houses angry.
The wind is ancient.

The wind is you
it is me.
It is everything you see.
Respect for what you feel,
for what you experience,
for everything the Mother has given you.

The wind carries scents a thousand miles,
over water,
over land,
over you.

The wind whispers secrets in your ear.
Softly, softly.

Never knowing what you will hear,
you listen.
softly, softly.

The wind tells you about the creation,
about the Lord and the Lady,
about dinosaurs,
mammoths,
and your deceased great grandfather.

About the wars,
and the famine,
about the rape,
and the murders.

But also about love,
friendship,
loyalty,
and family.

And you will listen.
As the wind caresses you, whispers to you.
You will listen.

Softly, softly.