The Spirit of the Wind

I stood beside the ocean, feeling the breeze upon my face.
I heard it gently whisper, I Love the human race.
I stood upon the mountain top, and felt the wind pass by,
A stronger wind it was that day, Held by the mountains high.
I stood out in the desert, the wind was hot and dry.
And as it whispered past me, it challenged me to try.
To try to understand the meaning, of a world filled with pain.
And try to understand the world, where the only thought is gain.
Try to understand the people, that pass you by each day,
And leave the gentle message, as for them you quietly pray.
Try to understand the secret, that stands before us all,
Of the universal creation, that binds us in this earthly ball.
The trees, the wind, the people, the animals we see,
Are all upon this planet, to live in harmony.
If I stand still and listen, there is always a wind close by,
Whispering gently in my ear, to try, to try, to try.
As I watched the wind, blow past the trees,
I heard it's whispered sigh.
And as it whispered passed me, I heard it whisper goodbye.
As I stood in the meadow, I watched the grass gently weave,
And as it whispered pass me, I felt it gently leave.