Secrets Of The
The wind speaks to me,
Telling secrets Iím not to know,
Who speaks these words to scatter,
And hurt feelings which injure as they go.
I try to stop the wind,
As it blows close by,
Dropping wounding words,
As it rushes through the sky.
I canít control the wind,
Nor the secrets with which it sails,
Strewing terrible stinging words,
Upon all whom listen, for it will tell.
The wind has calmed its furor,
Itís settled down at last,
But all the hateful scattered words,
Will forever leave a troubled path.
Be careful what you say,
For the wind will again rise,
And all the wounding words,
Will offend as the ruthless word flies.
June 1, 2002 ©
The painting used in this set is called
by John William Waterhouse. It was painted in
Floater java script courtesy of Dynamic Drive.
Music: "Change The World"
© Sal Grippaldi, Redsal
Musician, Composer, Digital Sequencer
Used With Permission