Broken winds,
Sailing through the grass.
Endless it sees all.
Every broken promise,
Every spoken word,
It carries on it's sails.

Taking prisoner all that is meant.
The meak and the unloved,
It wraps around them,
Comforts as no human can.

I sit here,
The wind blowing my hair,
Lonely I listen to the words it speaks,
As it plays through the weeds.
It tells me of the secrets it knows,
Of the great things that it has seen.

I sit and wonder,
If I will ever see them too.
I sit and ponder for my future,
And gently I whisper it my legacy,
To someday come back to me.