
Listening to WindSwish,Listening to Wind by ~littlemp
Whisper,
Sigh…
The wind speaks in soft tones,
Swishing through the trees.
Whispering sweet things to leaves.
The wind sighs as it rushes by.
Swish,
Whisper,
Sigh…
The wind speaks to me.
It swishes,
Whispers,
And sighs in my ears.
Swish,
Whisper,
Sigh…
The wind is never content.
It swishes through the past
Whispers of the present,
And sighs for the future.
Swish,
Whisper,
Sigh…

Have you ever seen me?Have you ever seen me?Have you ever seen me? by ~littlemp
Truly seen me?
Sometimes nobody sees me.
I have feelings;
they can be hurt.
You don't see me.
Therefore you can't know
what hurts me
and what helps me.
What would you do
if nobody saw YOU?
Would you live with it;
or would you hide.
I know what I would do.
I would live with it.
Would you?