Whispering Valley

Wind brushes the grass in waves Its current explodes through the hidden fields Paths of passion are left unpaved As the breath of god does all but yield The leaves of the trees are gathered in masses Collectively chanting their hymns of life Through each twig and vein the bitter air passes The ensemble of the still is brought to life The hills stand firm with their heads to the storm Fighting the push with reinforced pride They may hold their ground but they’ll mangle and form Forget the cost they’ll refuse to cry Above a painting with the depths of infinity Reveals the fury of endless stars The unknown is converted to purity And the eyes that behold it are ours