WHISPER

WHISPER I hear and feel the whisper of the wind It carries the message that I understand I know it speaks, yet I’m no wunderkind Its words are like a billion grains of sand Flowing past my ears in constant chatter This is no role in life that I have planned Some words stick but many others scatter Those of significance I’ll always remember A significant few, but most do not matter Both Spring breezes or gales in November That meaning burns like a red hot ember