Close your eyes and open your ears
Listen to the whisper passing by in the air.
Can you hear the soft rolling of unshed tears
By those living in grim darkness they cannot bear
Or the twinkling laughter of children like bells
Pealing forth and filled with youthful joy and hope
Or the prayer to the stars the earnest dreamer tells
Despite the dream being on top of a steep slope.
Because the wind carries all these different sounds
And channels them into our hearts in bounds.