Whistling Notes of Life

Standing listening, listening, a brush of air passes by The whaling, whaling, sound of the voice of the earth Lisping, lisping, the words of the old and new Hailing, hailing, you to stop and look and smell the air The sigh, sigh, of hope that always given in time Hush, hush, the noise has quieted down to a stop The brushing, brushing, grass that is laid down by wind Lashing, lashing, with quickness that cannot be seen The high, high, notes that can be aching and soon heard Snapping, snapping, ripping the air apart with its song The loop, loop, which thrashes the leaves around Standing, standing, letting the sounds brush around The opening, opening, of lips pushing the air out Whistling, whistling, that of which life has not gone out