Whisper

In the air a whisper I hear. Could it be the voice of something I fear? No, just cracking and popping of the tall tree branches my dear. It's a beautiful thing you know if you want to lend them an ear. For the message they have may seem hauntingly clear. Cause when the heavens decide to shed onto them a tear. The feelings of emptiness thy shalt not bare. Although the point they make is absolutely sincere. I leave it from my breath to the spirit of the tree. With a whisper that I hear.