What do these winds say to you?
Never heard them talk, is it?

With the grace of a ballet they approach me
Then ever so delicately they whisper
Shhh, let me hear the innocent voice
There’s a message in there, craving to be heard
The softness with which it touches me
Sends a shiver down my spine
I am left awestruck by the feeling instilled
A secret we share, me and the soft blowing winds…