The Wind

The wind is always whispering the truth

through the rustling of the leaves on the trees

and as the breeze kisses the tall grass

and wildflowers in the meadow

and we all hear it

but we’re too afraid to listen

 

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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