The Wind

In the wind I hear the rustle
Of the forests' whispering leaves

I stand and listen long enough
I'll hear tales in the breeze

In the wind I hear the calls
Of all the beasts of wood

They cry of homes diminishing
Their pleas not understood

In the wind I hear the bellows
Of warriors long since been

They clashed together on battlefield
Against foes no longer seen

In the wind I hear the laughter
Of children playing around

Light and hearty in these fields
Little footsteps on the ground

And in the wind I hear the promise
Of something new out yonder

The winds of change ever blowing
And new dreams there to ponder.