Whispering Trees

Secrets are living

In every corner,

Riding the waves of

A soft summer breeze,

Hiding in colors

That follow the rainbow,

Born on the soft breath

Of whispering trees.

 

Rose colored glasses

Can make things seem better,

Hide all the misery

To a degree,

But the trees bare their fruit

In hushes and whispers,

Yielding the harsh truth of reality.

 

Sweet sighs and goodbyes abound in her boughs,

Every word ever said.

Silence and thunder and all in between,

Every thought out of every head.

 

You can find Heaven,

You can find hell,

You can fall down

On your knees.

Offer a prayer for

The knowledge you find

In the voices of

Whispering trees.