Whispers
Leaning low to softly whisper
wisdom only listening hearts can hear,
leaves lisp lifelong lessons
stored in rings of years.
Centuries of observation -
surging mortals on the move
from the silent moccasins of ancients
to the raucous modern milieu -
captured and absorbed,
in distilled elixir cleansed in nature’s veins,
exhaled by forest giants,
their sage revelations
of human gain and loss.
May 22, 2022
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