I am silent in the sky as the wind sings a symphony in my ears.
I am a listener to the vibrant green trees that press against the sky.
I am keeper of the grand waltz of the oceans.
I have heard the hushed murmurs of whispering children as they trade me secrets.
I have offered an ear to the sun with her fiery roars.
I am the key of utterances promised to be quiet.
I can tell you the secrets of the world, but I am locked in an inky promise.
[performed at nature poetry event, Litquake]