Whistle to the Wind

When I whistle

My secrets,

The song of my world,

A melody so fragile,

Comes bellowing,
Unfurled.

I tell nature,

Who's listening,

Everything I know,

Through the tool,

Of communicating,

My song as I go.

The wind sweeps,

Unto me,

And carries my words away,

And the tune ,

That I whistle,

Is lost in the day.