The Names of the Whispering Wind

Can you hear them
The tales they spin
The lies they tell
The truths therein

Can you read their ancient tongue
Enjoy the tunes of their songs unsung

They carry across the fields
The streams
In gentle whispers
In howling screams

I speak to them now
Just as I spoke to them then
For the knowledge they carry
Is of ancient deliverance
To atone for our modern sin

These voices of sages and tyrants within
They ride on the breeze
Bearing the names of the whispering wind