The Wind

The wind is a mysterious being
It is the great and grand keeper of secrets
While the waves know secrets too

For it is all-seeing
But the wind knows more

For it is all-hearing
It existed way before anything on this rich land

Like the past

It has come                                                                   

However unlike anything else

It has not gone                                               

The wind has dug in its claws and made a permanent stand
Throughout the years it has heard all conversations                                 

As it fluttered in between trees
Twisted up the seas

Curved around dinosaur knees                                 

It never stopped
The great whooshing wind has never ever stopped                                  

This is how it knows everything
Even the secret song of the Earth                                                              

The wind has never let a secret loose

For it is the greatest keeper of secrets

Tell it everything safely knowing
It will never tell a soul