WHISPERS IN THE WIND
In the morning forest glade, The sounds of life are stirring. The birds are all awaking, The bees are softly whirring.
There comes a soft and gentle sound, From whence, I do not know. It touches my heart with loveliness, And such a golden glow.
The whispers in the wind begin To speak such tranquil words. They are softly spoken, Yet, each word is clearly heard.
The gentle whispers in the wind, Reach the depths of my very heart. They tell me I am truly loved, And this love shall not depart.
It speaks of loving-kindness, It speaks of gentle ways. It speaks of always being true, Forever, it shall stay.
The gentle whispers in the wind, Remind me, Darling, of you, Of how you always care for me, Your love for me is true.
The gentle whispers in the wind, Are calling to me now, I want to say that I love you, And I always shall.
Poetry copyright 1999
by: Tulsabutterfly.
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