11The wind whispers my name across the plains
The forest bends and sways to my rhythm
The clouds swirl my message across the sky
The sea roars out my challenge
The people of the world call out to me, but I do not hear them.
The seasons come and gone await my arrival
The birds in the trees serenade me with song
The rainbow tells my tale to the world
The raindrops each bear my warning
For I am that which will never come.
A whisper of hope
A reddening dawn.
Freedom.