Whispers of the Wild
A poem
A poem
The wise wind winds its way
through ancient stands of weathered trees,
whispering tales of transformations yet to come.
Its breath rustles leaves into dancing hieroglyphs,
symbols revealing hidden truths of the living earth.
Under the silent tutelage of the stones,
the stream flows in winding riddles,
singing quiet songs of change in murmured currents.
Those who listen may discern
the deep dreamings of the land.
In green cryptic scripts,
the grasses tell of endangered emergencies,
a turning of the great wheel
foretold in native prophecies.
Their gentle susurrations speak of a time foreseen
when nature’s balance tips and shifts.
The wild has its secret lexicons,
nature’s gnostic language
encoded in wing and flower.
Its grammar governs with subtle power,
authored in roots and soil.
Strange poetry, yet to be deciphered.
Those who attune to the whispers of the wild
may glimpse the future foretold,
read the revelations encrypted in wilderness.
The sacred texts are everywhere,
need only be heard.
A new era waits,
heralded in leaf and stone.
The wild whispers, change comes,
on the quickening wind, it comes.