Listen to the wind,
For it carries many whispers —
Voices of days gone past,
And of those yet to come.

The spirits of the Otherworld,
Know all about the past,
And of the awaiting future —
All you need to do is listen.

I can’t help but hear
As visions come forth with ease —
A simple forecast of our tomorrows,
Simply waiting to arrive.

Souls who live within the Otherworld,
Remember their days among us —
And even though they have passed on,
They still come to visit once in awhile.

So remember to always listen —
Breathe the wind through all your senses —
Observe what the voices have to say,
And you will see us growing old together.