A whisper rises as the wind blows and I close my eyes to listen
I can't understand what's said by the trees
But I love to listen, more than anything else
It's calming, soothing, almost therapeutic
And the sun kisses my face softly as the soft breeze brushes by
Sitting up this high should scare me, would scare me
But sitting at the top of trees has always been my favourite place
I can hear the whisper of the leaves as the breeze teases me
And I close my eyes again, thankful for this quiet little place
That I can truly call *mine