"Wisper-wind" echoes!

“Whisper-wind”! Escarpment-echoes!

 

Rising from roiling-waves traversing a deep blue-green wide-ocean, a 300-foot sheer black-cliff reaches-high for cerulean skies-above-heaven. Atop the escarpment Proud!-stands a-tall, weather-tortured, storm-battered ever-green  attentive-sentinel observing distance to yon horizon.

The ole-gal had seen more than a-bit of history. From several-centuries pre-dating even the founding-of-America; her ancestors witnessed dark-skinned warriors sailing the Great-water in fragile-minuscule hollowed-out tree-trunk canoes; other interlopers descending from the north  began to settle and fish near-by, eventually establishing settlements.

Any-coming of the invaders seemed but a slow-motion slip slightly-noticed annoyance to her-solitude; less intruding to the natural stanchion-like rounded-obelisk spreading wide strong-branches offering nesting-homes for myriad feathered-birds, often, just a slight-respite juncture for a waning passer-by. Her ever-friend? A picturesque-grand ocean-view! Sky! Gentle-rains! Torrid-storms in winter’s cold-sway! Comfort-warm golden-sun! Midnight-moon!

Through the gruesome-challenges---Triumphs!...And, her Redemption!-Salvation!? Myriad time & space softly embraced-caressed by yonder comfort-refreshing  Whisper-Wind!

From her treasured special-friend, the Whisper-Wind! She learned a “patience”-practice!

One-day many years-ago, three-men came to park a wooden-bench along the-precipice. Soon, human-forms began to visit there, enamored by the ocean soothing-view, charmed at the-beauty of a giant-ancient evergreen providing-shade on hot days as the onlookers relaxed upon the-rest.

A young-girl carrying some black-glass reflective-device took-seat on the wooden-bench. As the maiden raised the mirror, she viewed the screen; her shoulders quaked as she wailed-aloud, a plaintive-primal desperate-scream! Free-flowing tears stained soft-white cheeks as the young-lady leaped to her feet on shaky-legs and flung the black-device into the-air toward the waiting-sea; cursing the sailing-into-the-abyss device in heated-screaming expletives, she called his-name! After a few-minutes, the-girl sank to her-knees, crying-uncontrollably as night-fell. Sometime in the darkness-of-night came a violent-storm; in the coming light-of-dawn, she-left.

One sunny-afternoon a giggling young-woman and her-beau approached the-overlook and sat close upon the bench. The maiden snuggled close when his arm surrender her-shoulder and, then, the young-man tenderly kissed her waiting-lips. On one-knee he spoke and placed a sparkle-diamond ring upon her slender-finger. They emotional-embraced; their mutual-smile “glow”, for-a-time, rivalled the panoramic-awesome scenic ocean-view. And, my-branches lightened!

Well after the midnight’s alabaster-pale full-moon had-waned toward the wee-hours of morn, a woman parked, removed a bundle from the-trunk and stepped with trepidation toward the abyss. At the fence along the precipice she-paused, hesitant; then, with an audible-breath, the-girl tossed her bundle-blanket into the vast black-dark. Her hand stifled a-shriek as she turned to-run.

Mostly, though trepidation reared its head, my trace-through-longevity has been-Delightful!

I have weathered-storms! Been sun-kissed! Moon-struck! Witnessed-Magic! Counted-stars!

A-recent wicked-wind tore-loose a knob-cone from my-branch. As it plummeted toward the waiting blue-sea, it bounced-upon a rock outcropping spilling forth tiny red-seeds; one fell into a crack just a few-feet below my-feet. Glory! My-progeny! A-future! My value-virtue secured!

Simply an-observer!? Perhaps!? I’ll not-challenge any-destiny! Just---true-Live!...and, -Love!

Until time-in-space is-called and I must leave-this-post---Praise! Honor! Glory!...Satiated!

They did-not carve me for some “cookie-cutter” subdivision plat-house. I---lived…My-way!

Listen-soft!---Live!...”Whisper-wind”! Escarpment-echoes!

Amen! (So-be-it!)---Amen! (So-it-is!)…Amen!-Amen!