Wind Children

Sometimes there are born Wind Children.
Their feet put down roots unlike the usual kind.
They were born to dance to a different tune.
They have a different story to the rest of us.
They hear the whispering of flowers
and the calling of voices beyond the clouds.
And so we just sit and watch them,
Feel them brush against our faces as they move,
Following an unseen direction on the crest of a breeze.
They see things we do not see
And bring light to forgotton things.
They leave lights of Inspiration as they pass