The wind hears many secrets

The wind hears many secrets

As he blows at his election.

Only a hearer at best -

He mulls them over and again

But doesn’t repeat or think aloud

For there are too many to recount.

The wind also has many lovers -

Appreciating the trees -

Caressing the flowers

And cooling warm cheeks

But preferring to roam -

Blows away to a place unknown.