The winds whisper a sentiment
Into my mortal ears,
All things change, and all things flow
For change is the most constant thing
Except Nothing.
The winds whisper a wise word or two
For that which stays
In the same place is dead,
That’s true.
The currents speak to me,
As friends of long past
Friends of Forefathers Foregone
The winds will whisper
Only to those who hear and listen to
Everything.