Whispering Trees

Secretsare living

Inevery corner,

Ridingthe waves of

Asoft summer breeze,

Hidingin colors

Thatfollow the rainbow,

Bornon the soft breath

Ofwhispering trees.

 

Rosecolored glasses

Canmake things seem better,

Hideall the misery

Toa degree,

Butthe trees bare their fruit

Inhushes and whispers,

Yieldingthe harsh truth of reality.

 

Sweetsighs and goodbyes abound in her boughs,

Everyword ever said.

Silenceand thunder and all in between,

Everythought out of every head.

 

Youcan find Heaven,

Youcan find hell,

Youcan fall down

Onyour knees.

Offera prayer for

Theknowledge you find

Inthe voices of

Whisperingtrees.