The Wind

The wind comes and sets me free,-
Showing me what I can truly be.
Whispering secrets in my ear,-
Soft enough where only I can hear.
It tells the truth, it always has,-
It hints your future and reminds you of the past.
It touches your face with a soft brush,-
Telling you quietly for you to hush.
So listen carefully next time its here,-
'Cause it'll be God whispering in your ear.