Listen very closely... Her pleading may be heard As it is carried through the wind. Her emotional appeal Sounds desperate - It is unbearable to an epath. Her pleads are ever so faint And gentle, they are far from violent.
Hush... Be still... It is her soul's agony Which is vibrating A disturbing frequency, At such a rate that it constitutes A wave.
Cries, which nature, alone, Can hear and feel... Cries, which shake the leaves free From the branches of all the Majestic trees; neither her soul Nor the trees, can you save.
Hush... Be still... Can you feel the faint tremble Under your barefeet?
Hush... Be still... Rest your cheek upon the earth, Feel her spirit, which is trapped Deep down inside. Inhale her essence- it is buried below, In the fragrant moist soil... Taste the droplets, she is in the dew; Even in pain she is a soul So gently sweet... ~ She is tinged with sadness-- Bittersweet.