If it could stop it's continual purpose long enough to speak to my heart, oh........the things it could tell:
"I've been through the homes of crying children. I could tell you the reason for their pain, bruises and in some cases their death, but I don't have time.
The homes of the women with open wounds and broken bones who beg for their lives, I have been there too, and I carry their crys with me.
I could tell you all the deepest, darkest secrets and some of the reasoning for such sad, unrealistic acts of mankind. For I have heard everything.
Yes...I have heard it all, from the very beginning of time and will continue my journey of purpose until the end of time.
I am the wind! Many homes have felt my presence and I have cradeled within my spirit their whispers, cries, laughter and perverseness'.
Someday when my purpose ends, I will carry this knowledge to the heavens. Then, and only then, I will no longer be like mankind...always thinking I don't have the time." |
