There’s a whisper in the wind.
The earth is speaking.
She sighs for her children
And asks mercy for their souls.
The sky answers back, gentle but firm;
With the calculated swift crack of lightning.
There’s a whisper in the wind.
The mother looks up and sees,
She senses and dissolves into herself.
There will be a time to speak.
But for now the whisper moves amongst its people,
Spreading expectation joy and hope,
And existence will not be denied.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem