The Wind Whispers

The wind whispers in my ear,

I listen to her voice.

The words that I hear

make me sing and rejoice.

She tells me not to fret,

all will be as it should.

Everything that we get

we won’t expect; didn’t think I would.

“Keep hope alive,”

she says to me.

“Only then will you thrive

and not cease to be.”

She goes on her way.

I stand there in thought.

On a windy spring day,

thinking of the war I have fought.

A war with me,

I’d been losing all along.

The she helped me see,

what I was doing was wrong.

Myself I should love,

not mope around and fight.

So I can soar like a dove,

till the end of the night...