I wonder if our secrets are heard by the trees?
As joyfully dancing leaves gently fall to the ground.
I do wonder if they tell our secrets
to the ever flowing breeze?

Do the sweet sounding birds hear our secrets whistle by on the wind?
Are songs composed and carried by feathered wings,
as birds create beautiful melodies
and recall our secrets as they sing?

Does the rainfall catch our secret whispers with each drop?
Telling all as they become one with the sea?
Does the lunar pull send them out with the tide
and share our secrets with the stars which stay silent but shine eternally?

Lizzie Bevis