The Whispering Wind

The whispering wind hides her secrets amongst the fields and trees.

Silent omens cry out from the earth below, crying for those yet free.

Dark days lie ahead for those who fail to believe; shadows weep sore in day.

Visions yet seen, fill the hearts and the minds of old men on their way.

Roads crumble as is glass beneath mans feet; cities opulent fall away in decay.

Dangerous are the times ahead, yet the masses that remain fail to truly see.

There lies wickedness in the land which is born of corruption and the sin of man.

Count now the days; follow the signs, and listen, and oh listen to the whispering wind.

Her words are subtle, soft, yet easy for the discerning heart to see the coming end.

Tis this sadness which fills this simpletons heart, a sadness for those who refuse to believe.

Therefore be still; listen to the whisper on the wind; lift your eyes to heaven and receive.

J. Allen Wilson © 4/21/2010