A Quiet Friend

The whispers of the skys, mountains, and rivers

The calls of the everlasting changing seasons 

The cold, warm, and even alive air 

Wind

A smooth, invisible being

Is it God blowing down on us?

Are the trees creating the stealth flowing currents? 

Far and about, the smooth whispers reach each and everyone of us

In snowy white top moutains, in the brutal blazing desert, in the red crispy leaves during Fall

This invisible being, who we can only guess its existince and origin,

Watches over us, guides us, keeps us in check and in peace

Wind, a calm, quiet, but beautiful friend.