To the Wind

Where do you come from?
What brings you to me?
Is there some message
You would like me to see?

A sense of great urgency
Drives you to speed;
Fast is your motion
For some reason indeed.

Muffled are your whispers
In vain do I try
To decipher the words
You scatter in the sky.

Oh, messenger of mystery!
My request is sincere;
Make your motives explicit
When you choose to appear.