Whispering winds have secrets to tell only and only when I listen well. The pitter patter of the random rains, soothing all my scalding pains. Washing away the dust of all old battered thoughts. Softening all the hackneyed knots. As my ears catch the chirping bird’s sound, I begin to notice all the goodness around. I slow down, to savor, to cherish…no longer bound. All this lights up my soul, my heart, my face. As if showered with sudden divine grace. I can bask in it’s glory for times to come. Isn’t that the secret the winds were trying to tell? Perhaps, I was listening well. For all those moments, when I might forget to listen well, the whispering winds, the random rains, and the chirping birds will surely ring a bell.