Voice of the Wind

I sat alone atop a hill
to hear the wind speak.

It had a lot to tell me
of faraway lands I’d never been.

It told of people unlike me
of mountains not yet climbed.

I listened carefully to what I heard
of places I would like to go.

To white sandy beaches
and oceans of blue and green.

To share a sunrise with a new friend
and begin a story of which to write.

The wind is a wise voice
of that, I am sure.

If I listen and learn
I may go where it leads.

-Leika