Wind
Gentle whispers are heard on the wind
She whistles happily as she soars ~~~
Not disturbed by her enchanting melody
She catches a glimpse of the sun
As it peeks out between silver lined clouds
Emerald leaves are cloaked and shrouded by mist
They stand and salute from the valley floor below.
She whistles to the tireless free flowing river
While savoring the whispers as she floats away.
23/08/15
Copyright © Phyllis Babcock | Year Posted 2015
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