Whisper

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.

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  1. Nice to see you post again.


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