I Heard whispering among the trees
Far beyond the glassy peaks a timid voice
Brushing past my ear the echoes of no return,
Aside the oceans shore I heard the whisper become a roar
In caves a high pitched scream the whisper escalating,
Brushing past my cheek as forlorn and forgotten
How many times this voice resounded and traveled through mountain passes.
It’s might voice echoing across the stars, or as a whisper flowing gently amongst blades of grass.
It’s parched song billowing with the grains of sand and entwining in the branches of pussy willows.
As a melancholy cry whispering in the weeping willows
to a strong and sturdy cry as it rampages across the mighty plains.
A soft and gentle voice to tiger lilies and buttercups
bringing gossip and songs from far off lands.
How often have we heard the gentle nudge of it’s breath or a full
blown torrid of it’s wrath.
The birds aloft in its ever presence dashing and swooping in the sky.
The precarious depths of the ocean can feel its reach, along the tides and the sun swept beaches it is forever calling.
Brushing it’s voice across the midnight sky and dances with the streams of moonlight.
Many times the whispering has breathed in my ear in passing,
has left a song as it dances along its path.
If ever we are to listen first look to the trees where the whispering begins its journey.