Whispers
Wind talks softly to me and the bees,
Hearing your words through the breeze.
I hear you in the pretty wind chimes,
Singing as you whisper many times.
Peace you bring in,
Each song you sing with a grin.
Rain or wind in the trees,
Softly you sing me to sleep with great ease.
Date Written: 7/13/2021
Note: Acrostic Rhyme
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2021
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