Whispers of the Wind Spirit
Beneath the vast, unbroken sky, he stands,
An elder draped in shadows of the land.
With eyes like embers of a sacred fire,
He calls upon the spirits to inquire.
Wind Spirit, guide us through the coming blight,
Shroud us in your whispers of the night.
The wind replies with stories swift and keen,
Of swirling storms and skies of turquoise sheen.
Through rustling leaves, the ancient secrets veer,
Each sway and flutter, maps both far and near.
He listens close, deciphering the signs,
Predicts the dance of rain and suns designs.
In breaths of breeze, the tribes fates interlace,
Their future painted by the winds embrace.
A cloud of dust, a fleeting gust, foretold,
By one whose spirits timeless and untold.
He speaks of rains to quench the thirsty earth,
Of droughts that test resilience and worth.
Of winds that whisper longlines through the sage,
Tales of endurance and the might of age.
Wind Spirit, bring us hope and clearer skies,
For in your whispers, all our wisdom lies.
His voice, a conduit of air and awe,
Seeks harmony in natures sovereign law.
Through seasons ebb, the elder guards their way,
His soul attuned to each ethereal ray.
The winds, his guides, their secrets shared within,
Their spirit lives in every breath and spin.
The tribe, in faith, relies on whispers breath,
Survives on elders bond with life and death.
For each wind’s cry, a promise or a plea,
Bound in the timeless rhythm of the free.
—How does the wind whisper its secrets to you in your own life? Can you recall a moment when the natural world communicated something profound to you?
Thank you for reading!
