Listen

Upon the wings of a zephyr
Rides the wisdom of the ages
Written with the ink of time
Dried in the light of the setting sun

Feel the echoes of the past
Hear of knowledge carved to last
Reverberating upon the trailing winds
The loud cries of eternity

Recorded upon the measured breeze
Slow down your search for release
Read the measured breaths of the day
Harken the laughter of the winds at play

The news of the present day
Gossips of weeks gone by
Tales of future on-coming
Riding upon the wind

All that need be done
Is but for man to listen