Whispering Wind Poem by Sarah Pesta

Whispering Wind



Each time a gust of wind travels through the air
A distant voice is howling in my ear
Not understanding what it means

Day after day I hear the same voice
Telling me to choose a way
Without looking behind me

I now understand what the wind is telling me
To look ahead and choose what is right
And use my heart as a compass

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