i whispered you a story
into the soft blowing wind

it danced through the air
-letters flying everywhere-
a disarray of the's and or's
a collage of he's and she's

sentences got caught in the trees
tangled and mangled in the branches
tickled, the trees shook away my words

the wind calmed
vowels were shaking
drifting to the ground
needing to be heard
needing to be felt

a new breeze swooped down
and pried up my dying words

warm wind kissed your face
and you started crying