In a Whisper

The winds whisper stories through the pines, and as the scent of evergreen and fallen leaves waken our noses, we climb. With beautiful views of a lake far below, we become entangled in a story we do not know. We ascend farther into the dark and shadowed wood that now surrounds us, our ears abruptly filled with the sound of rushing water, we emerge and are witness to the most beautiful sight we have ever seen, water appears as if out of nowhere and falls for what seems forever crashing over rocks, creating white pockets of foam and spirals of deep blue. Yes, the winds do whispers stories through the pines, watching, listening as our lives go by. © 2010 Charles Dennis http://www.charlesdennis.netne.net