Listen
And hear
That faint whisper—
A murmur.
Gentle, yet steady
And mighty.
Dancing across broken lands,
Crossing oceans
And borders of tears,
It whistles a low promise
Of hope.
Its swelling song grows louder
And soon its mere stirring
Will become
An irresistible
Gust.
And suddenly,
Together,
We will be swept away
By these winds
Of change.
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