Come here. Listen closely.
Between great cloud and hill shade,
if you lean toward the breeze and
bend your ear, you can hear it.
Between the hum and the gush,
the thrum and the hush,
riding on the wave of a swoosh,
you can catch a whiff of it.
A message from a faraway land,
the missing verse of a long lost song,
the whispers of the hill gods,
and on occasion, the answer to your
deepest questions.
In the valley, the wind favours,
both the meek and the mighty,
but to the chosen few who care to listen,
the winds have something to say.
