Whisperer Poem by Seamus O' Brian

What do you whisper, wind,
When you wander through the pines?
What traveler’s tale do you spin
To fill their boughs with restless sighs?

Do you speak of salt-tinged memories,
Of wave-tossed ships and hurricanes;
Or do you hint at towering heights,
Of air born ships and eagle flights?

Do you tantalize the tethered trees
With tales of south pacific seas,
Of misty groves in distant lands
And ancient tombs in desert sands?

Beneath their lowing boughs I’ve lain
And listened to their mournful strains
And wondered if those restless trees
Have been provoked to jealousy.

If so then I would understand,
For I have heard its haunting song,
And though I’ve sought those distant lands,
The wind has always further gone.