Whispers on the Wind
Rainfall and Reverie at the Mountain's Crown
Whispers on the Wind
Rainfall and Reverie at the Mountain's Crown
I climbed where silence wears the sky,
Where clouds and cliffs in stillness lie,
Each breath a hymn, each step a prayer,
Above the noise, beyond despair.
The rain began—a soft ballet,
Its silver threads in gentle sway,
No thunder roared, no storm was near,
Just whispered truths I came to hear.
The wind, it spoke in ancient tones,
Of moss on stone and weathered bones,
Of suns that rose, of stars long gone,
Of all that passes, yet lives on.
Below, the world in shadow slept,
Its dreams in folded valleys kept.
But here, where earth and heaven blend,
I felt beginnings, not the end.
Each raindrop kissed my lifted face,
A quiet blessing, a small grace.
Not lost, but found without a sound—
In rain, in sky, on sacred ground.
So if you seek what can't be taught,
Where storms bring peace, not battles fought,
Then climb the path, and let rain spin
Its whispers on the mountain wind.
About the Creator
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