In twilight’s hush, where shadows blend,
The softest sighs of nature send,
A melody that drifts and bends,
These are the whispers in the wind.
They dance through the trees with gentle grace,
Each leaf a note in nature’s space,
A secret language, time’s embrace,
The fleeting dreams that we can trace.
With every gust, a story spun,
Of ancient tales and battles won,
Of lovers’ promises, laughter, fun,
And echoes of the setting sun.
In fields of gold, where wildflowers sway,
The whispers beckon, come what may,
They carry the hopes, fears tucked away,
A soft reminder of the day.
So listen closely, as night descends,
To nature’s voice, where silence bends,
In every breath, a world transcends,
The whispers, oh, the whispers in the wind.
Thank-you for reading.
Much Love and Light,
Brenda Marie
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