Sat here,
listening to the wind,
sat here, as the voices carry across the sky,
sat here as the wind blows happiness and misery,
floats all around,
and everything is whispers,
shouts and sighs,
oh, these sounds,
how they disappear in the blink of an eye,
and as they float on by, snatches of conversation are heard,
and emotions are mixed,
and as they burst upon the air, of which so many are aware,
how far they travel, and how great and small they are,
and in one and all how they carry to you at all speeds,
and how incredible it is how they are translated,
and interpreted by the mind,
interpreted through the neurons of the brain,
that piece them all together,
and that bring such feelings to wonder at,
and to smile at and that can make you feel anger,
and that can make you feel jealously,
and that can make you feel envious,
and that can make you laugh,
and that can make you cry,
oh, what a beautiful thing language is,
and languages are,
and what fascinations the visitations,
that visit you upon the breeze and from up on high.
