Secrets of the Wind

The wind whistles through the night, Whispering of secrets. But, although I try with all my might, They are still secrets. I find I have become deaf and dumb, To Nature’s secrets. And the wise, they cannot plumb, The depth of those secrets. So, I forget all I have learned and known, What others said were secrets. So, with the innocence of a child not yet grown, I understand the secrets.