Poem: Whispers of the Wind

Wind comes rushing down the plain, murmuring in its quiet tone, assuring that there soon comes rain, and to the fields that are sown, ~ that their thirst will be quenched, their roots will be fed, that they will not be wrenched, from the earth, lifeless, dead. ~ The wind continues, rustling the brush, patting … Continue reading Poem: Whispers of the Wind