If the wind could speak

If the wind could speak, it would tell me

that none of it matters

It tells me the stories of the lands that it has travelled over

the joyful and the fearful

And again, none of it matters

They were just moments in time, part of the cloth that is woven

then frays

It speaks of being the faintest of whispers against the skin

and also the most ferocious of animals

ripping and tearing at the earth until there is almost 

nothing left

As do humans

The wind explains that it does not care what others think of it

It just is

It does as it's meant to

It has no plan and it has no memory

It holds no grudges

It just is

But we can choose, the wind explains

We can decide what sort of wind we want to be

Do we want to be fierce or do we want to be gentle?

Do we want to destroy everything in our path

or do we want to cool and calm the heat of humanity?

We can choose

What will you choose?