Wind

Messages carried on the air

The wind always carries messages.

Don't you remember them as a child,
lying in bed,
the hums of fans,
the breeze through open windows,
the rustling of the trees?

The wind howls,
it hums,
it always speaks,

but do you still listen
as that child once did?

Do you still hear its whispers?

A poem by Pemba Umoja