Running naked through the tree's, chasing whispers in the breeze
Hard to catch, they fly away, then come back another day
Soon you'll learn the whispers do, that in fact they come from you
Some may think they lead astray others know, they live and play
Chasing whispers in the breeze, running naked, through the trees
Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 2:47 AM UTC
Running naked through the tree's, chasing whispers in the breeze
Hard to catch, they fly away, then come back another day
Soon you'll learn the whispers do, that in fact they come from you
Some may think they lead astray others know, they live and play
Chasing whispers in the breeze, running naked, through the trees
A poem from my book `Woodwhispers` published on Amazon.
