Where We Begin

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

Experiences observed

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

The creek

The trees

The people...

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.