The Wind Whispers Softly….
The wind whispers softly, a gentle breeze
From across vast oceans and countless seas
Telling tales of strange and distant places
Of people, their customs and exotic races
Of kingdoms and countries so far away
On a constant journey, by night and by day
Across burning deserts and forests deep
Over the tallest mountain and castle keep.
The wind drives clouds like a flock of woolly sheep
Or building floating fairy castles in our dreams while we sleep
Bringing moisture and rain from the Western seas
Or a raging storm or a gentle breeze
The wind carries rumours to those who would listen
Of silver and gold and all things that glisten
Tales from the East, of monsters and dragons
Silks and Spices carried by tall ships and by wagons
A caravan of ships in the hot desert sun
Through sandstorms and dust devils they battle on
From the frozen North, the cold wind bites
On dark lonely days and long Winter nights
Warm winds from the South, both humid and dry
Caresses the trees which seem to whisper and sigh
Reminding us of Summers past
Oh how the years have gone so fast.
C Denis Murphy 02 July 2019.