Whispering To Me
And when the palm trees whisper,
they’re whispering for me
They surely know the secret
of how I can be free
Serenity, they whisper
they flutter in my ear
Reminding me of something
perhaps, I’ve lost through fear
That life is meant for living
and love is all we need
That simply through my thinking
I’ll find that I am freed
No more the anxious worry
for what I can’t control
Instead, allow the heavens
to guide my very soul
When next I hear them whisper
when next I hear their song
I know I’ll be contented
and I will sing along
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2023
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