"Ok, here it is" Hiria said pushing a piece of parchment to Hyeori.
The Poem said:
We are the wind whisperers
We are the wind whisperers.
We are able to bend blades of grass and branches of trees at will.
We decide when the wind will blow, and just how strong. Gentle Summer breezes, sudden gusts, typhoons and hurricanes, you name it. We control them all.
We can see the wind, even at its very softest.
We can feel the wind, its force lifting tiny objects, big ones too, sometimes.
We can smell the wind, though most think it has no specific scent, they are wrong.
We can taste the wind, Delicate flavours that no-one else knows.
We can hear the wind, all of its stories, ballads, sonnets, and melodies.
We are the wind whisperers.
We are the keepers and guardians of the wind.
The wind is the most beautiful thing you will ever know.
Someday, the wind you and I know will be gone, forever.
We will take its place, and choose new guardians, for we will be the wind itself.
But that time has not yet come. So, until it does.
We are the wind whisperers.
"What do you think?" Hiria asked Hyeori.
