Whispers of the Wind

As, when did somebody see you?

as, none.

neither can fathom to see and touch,

only could ambiate this rush within such.

for all overheard the whispers of presence,

blowing birds in vaults of heaven,

tossing leaves to ventilate,

performing the rustles and hymns of forestry

all to levitate.

Ah! like a merry go round you are,

that runs on, in loop-a-loop,

to sail a canvas afar.

Here, you arise with joyous fellow,

murmuring the ferments,

"thee shall rise, for the season is up"

a symbol of resilience, this disclose,

the turbulent vigor of nature evoked,

because the weaklings of heart and soul

are swept by the coarseness of eco.

blessed are those, with unflinching minds and hearts

surviving the bitter crusades of life,

to depart.

the whispers of the past,

telltales stories that forever last.