The wind whispers and I listen.
The wind whispers soft secrets, here now, gone tomorrow.
The stars blink understandings, night talks with silent tongues.
Listen to the water's song as it dances over rocks. Listen.
The whispering, always the whispering.
Splashes of dreams, puddles of thought.
Step lightly, the world is soft.
Echo <-> Dream Murmur of Moonbeams Tinkle of Time
In quiet corners, the felt joy hums.
Shadows play beneath sunbeams, hap-hap-happy shadows.
The world twirls, twirls, twirls, and the soul sings with it.
Whisper whispers, where?