Sunday, October 24, 2010

Whistle to the Wind

When I whistle

My secrets,
The song of my world,
A melody so fragile,
Comes bellowing,
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.