The wind whispers softly,
Remembering the day
When everything was silent
And the earth was pure and new

The trees are quietly sighing,
Passing knowledge through their leaves,
Telling of the days gone by,
The secrets of today.

Breath in the stories
That the trees provide,
Listen to the knowledge
Shown by the wind.

Touch the air,
Feel the movement,
Keeping the fire of life.
The more you listen
To the world around you,
The more you are able to see.