Whispers and the wind

When I whisper, the wind carries it through
And while the wind carries my whisper
I think of whisper carrying the wind to you.

And now I whisper again
and then I counted one to ten
I felt the wind coming
and I felt it telling me something

Then, I heard
it was my whisper it brought back
telling me something so soft in my ear
but then again I heard it
not one but many whispers the wind carries
I hear the words
but they were just words
and not even phrases.

Is the wind fooling me?
are the whispers?
who is whispering?
who is crying?
why can't I see?
why does the wind carry it to me?