Hear the Wind-Song
Hear the wind-song moan of human sorrows,
crying ceaselessly in the darkest night.
While the storm is raging in the shadows,
hear the rage of those with a daily fight.
Seasons change within the midnight breezes.
as summer turns its colors into fall..
Soon the flowers dare the autumn freezes,
as people feel the coldness in it all.
Listen to the song with your heart open.
You may then hear messages ears cannot.
Long unknown history will be spoken.
A tale is told in language long forgot.
The wind-song whistles crossing Mother Earth,
bringing knowledge from the oracle’s mouth,
ancient cures once called "nasty curses,"
methods modern medicine must avow.
Living in a world of data breeches,
trusting anything is the same as doubt.
Close your eyes and listen to wind-speeches.
Anger from the natural realm is out.
The Earth is caught in full disharmonies.
We see this in the earthquakes, floods and rain.
Open clogged ears to wind-song melodies.
Listen to winds that secretly explain.
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