I wonder what secret
The trees whisper to the breeze?
Do the birds hear that secret
And announce it in their song?
Does the wind hold it
And drop it in the seas?
Does the sea speak it out
And share it with the stars?
Do the heavens then resound
With the secret of the trees?
And the clouds,
Oh yes! Those clouds
Blue, black and grey
Is that why come rushing?
Across the seas to caress
With gentle rain the trees
And whisper,
"Heaven knows your heart,
There are no secrets from God."
The trees smile and sway
Fulfilled and complete in love.
Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 11:43 PM UTC
I wonder what secret
The trees whisper to the breeze?
Do the birds hear that secret
And announce it in their song?
Does the wind hold it
And drop it in the seas?
Does the sea speak it out
And share it with the stars?
Do the heavens then resound
With the secret of the trees?
And the clouds,
Oh yes! Those clouds
Blue, black and grey
Is that why come rushing?
Across the seas to caress
With gentle rain the trees
And whisper,
"Heaven knows your heart,
There are no secrets from God."
The trees smile and sway
Fulfilled and complete in love.