It happened many years ago, I remember like yesterday.
The sun by the pond was hot that day, so I sought out the shade.
Splashed my face with pond water, I found my favorite tree.
As I laid within the gentle shade, an old man came up to me.
He wore a beard to hide his face, his eyes were soft and warm.
He smiled a silly toothless grin, his cloths ragged and worn.
He staggered twords my favorite tree, silent, he sat down next to me.
His face, his eyes, his actions, never showing hostility.
“Can you hear the voice?” He finally spoke, his voice calming, kind, and free.
“The breeze, set free, to surf the leaves can speak if you believe.”
“So, what does it say?” I inquired, fixed in stare eye to eye.
“Each person hears a voice all their own.” The old man quickly replies.
“O.K. old man whatever, I hear no voice calling to me.”
“You must crave the voice,” He said softly “you must let you soul be free.”
So I closed my eyes, opened ears, and listened closely to the breeze.
Within moments heard soft whispers, humming faintly through the leaves.
I open up my eyes, and to my surprise, still hear the chant.
I strive to understand the words, yet, try as I may I can’t.
“Ahhh, you hear it!” The old man taunted “you hear it call your name?”
“I hear a voice, but it’s far too faint” to the old man I explain.
“You must embrace the song it sings, believe that it’s sincere.”
“Shelter deep with its warmth becoming one with what you hear!”
“The voice will grant you wonders, treasures not to be believed!”
“There is no limit to the miracles, the winds whisper can conceive!”
I closed tight my eyes again, left open soul and heart
Listened still and silent for the winds whisper to start
“Finally! I HEAR IT!” I cried “it’s nearly silent but it’s there!”
“A warm and gentle calling, like Sacred angel speech on air!”
Excited, I turned to face the wise old man, just to find him gone.
Yet, still I hear his soft broken voice chanting the whispers song.
My frantic shocked eyes searched everywhere, the old man just wasn’t there!
“Goodbye my friend I hope you’ve learned” came a friendly whisper riding the hot noon air.