In the calm of the day

The breeze carries conversations 

Talk of the day

People's admirations and apirations, consulations and hesitations

In the midst of the day 

The wind carries life's discord

For the world to hear

Secrets better off stored, thoughts ignored, and imperfection deplored

At the end of the day

The air carries the nights commotion

Proof of deciet in the dark

Notion of chaos, hints of devotion, and love's spilt emotion

Throughout the day

The zephyr carries all that is said

To the prying ear

For what is said is certainly spred

For those who care to hear