The wind whispers,
gently, close your eyes
listen, as it sings—
walk lightly in the world
to see, to feel, the story unfold
sit at the table with those who you choose
and those whose view is different than you
travel far to know what's near
wander worlds to know your own
and when you arrive at the foot of your door
—humble you will be,
as if at the foot of an ancestral tree.