Whispers in the Wind

I saw the river run like silver. The trees would dance

under skies embraced. The birds sang secrets only it could know. The world was

speaking soft and low. Whispers in the wind, calling me again,

through the leaves and through the rain. Whispers in the wind,

where it all began. The mountains humed a deep and quiet

song. The clouds moved lazily drifting far and long. I walked through

shadows painted by the sun. Each step a memory, every one.

Whispers in the wind, calling me again, through the leaves and