The Wind spoke with me today.
He told me of the wisdom in understanding my power,
When to blow strong and when to whisper.
He taught me the beauty in caressing the branches and leaves,
Creating patterns that reverberate in time.
He showed me the elegance in playing with the clouds,
And dancing with the angels.
He showed me the tenderness in touching a blade of grass,
And the strength in never being understood.
For do we truly understand the magic that is the wind?
Or do we acknowledge the breath that is our very life?
And as he spoke of how he sustains life,
He told me of the death and destruction that he wreaks.
He told me why it is needed for new birth.
It is the part he must play.
He taught me to not shun my strength,
And to see the beauty that comes with pain.
The Wind taught me to be me.