My Friend the Wind
written by Andrea L. Harris
The wind sat on my lap today
And told me what he’d heard.
When asked where he obtained his knowledge,
He replied, “Oh, a little bird.”
He said that he has seen it all
While drifting through the sky.
He’s seen some live and laugh and love,
And he’s seen some die.
“Now Wind,” I uttered a humble bliss,
“Why are you perched on me?”
The wind replied, “I’ve come as a friend
To show you what I see.
“I’ll tell you Miss, with tears in your eyes,
Why must you feel so sad?
Just come with me, I’ll set you free,
You’ll see all the riches you’ve had.”
“But I’ve had no riches,” said I to the wind,
“My life is filled with sorrow.”
The wind replied, “Nay, my lad,
You’ll understand all tomorrow.”
So, off we drifted, soaring through the air,
I saw all just like the wind.
My eyes had suddenly seen the light,
For I’d seen the world from within.
I turned to him with great appraise
My life was now an array.
The tomorrow he’d preached had finally arrived
But the wind had drifted away.
But, as he drifted, I heard a soothing sound.
It was a faint whistle you see.
It was the wind announcing that,
“Whenever You hear the whistle, it’s Me.”
Now as I stumble through this cruel, cruel world,
I’ll often hear the wind.
And all my emptiness just drifts away.
For I realize, I still have a friend.
cover art San Francisco gifted to The Neighborhood by Robert M. Goldstein