The Wind Tells Secrets Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The earth hears the whispers of the wind,
A gentle sigh, a rustling sound.
It tickles leaves, where they are pinned,
And dances softly on the ground.

The wind it hums a quiet tune,
Through tall green grass, so soft and low.
It tells of clouds beneath the moon,
And where the tiny rivers flow.

It blows the seeds to start anew,
A sleepy promise, safe and deep.
It paints the sky with shades of blue,
While sleepy flowers fall asleep.

The earth it listens, still and calm,
To stories that the breezes share.
A peaceful, soothing, airy balm,
That whispers here and everywhere.

It carries seeds to lands afar,
Beneath the sun, beneath a star.
It cools our cheeks on summer days,
And blows through fields in golden haze.

The wind tells secrets, soft and low,
Of places that we do not know.
It sighs through grass and rushes past,
A breath of life, designed to last.