The wind, it howls around the world but can it see,

It knows where it’s going, we hear it through the trees.

Something lives within the wind, energy from a beginning,from

Everything that dies, to the wind it gives a little.

Within the wind what might be alive, are there voices inside,

Listen in the night, whisper in the wind, what might speak back.?

What sounds are within the wind, things that give this not seen thing voice,

Cracking branches, leaves swirling through the empty streets.

Shutters bouncing back and forth, wind chimes singing in the night,

Elements of created things whisper in the wind from the beginning until now.

Keith Garrett