Years ago I imagined
Days and nights spent sharing
The stories told by the wind.
I felt the tales it would tell
The places seen
The gentlest of breezes whisper
Sweet poetry and song
While forceful winds demand to be heard
Their voices ring clear and strong
Throughout the years
I have learned
Everything has something to share.
It isn’t just the wind
But the ocean
Here is where words are whispered
They find voices of their own
Creativity and imagination occupy this space
Spoken and unspoken…
The words and thoughts shared here, with friends and alone.