The Wind That Learned to Listen

For centuries, the wind rushed across cliffs without caring whom it disturbed. One day it overheard a lonely shepherd talking to the sky. The shepherd confessed secrets, dreams, and fears. The wind, moved, carried his voice to the valley where villagers heard and responded with kindness. Over time, the wind learned to transport words gently, not scatter them. When the shepherd died, the wind whispered his stories every spring. People said the breezes felt warmer, as if carrying a friend’s voice with love.