if the wind could speak

if the wind could speak.

if the wind could speak,

it would say how many last breaths are caught in its grasp.

the wind would bellow out all the birthday party chants and graduation ceremonies.

if the wind could speak,

it would utter the words of prayer and song, making each one heard.

The wind is heavy, carrying all the cries of sorrow and loss. It picks up the fallen tears and gasps of pain.

The wind is delicate and soft, guiding butterfly wings and flower petals.

It brings the smell of the sea and six a.m. fresh bread from the bakery.

I have learned the wind is more than what it looks like.