Whispering through the leaves
Learning the secrets of old
Whispering in your ear
You can learn if you’ll be bold.
Sighing and Whispering a haunting melody
Unseen voices mutter
It’s untelling the things they have learned
The tales they wish to utter.
The wind sees much. Hears much too.
And the tales it speaks of are often true.
TLes of the past when heroes of old walked this earth.
Tales of monsters who in thw darkness lurk
Tales of sorrow, tales of glory
Tales older than thw oldest story.
The wind knows them all, has seen them unfold
Will you listen as it speaks
And learn the stories it faithfully keeps?
RedRavenPoems 
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