Whispers in the Wind

 

Amidst the shimmering sunshine rays,

A force so soft it wisps its way

Through silent blades of dewy grass;

A swirling, whirling, whispering sash.

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It joins the chorus of the skies.

A breath of wonder to arise,

The sight that sees without the eyes

A hush, a rush, a swirling flush

Of steamy strength; the hidden blush

That echoes past the singing thrush

It shakes the boughs and branches tall

Of towering trees---their glory falls.

It hurries on a subtle call.

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To tell the world in icy lisps,

The story seen in sightless glimpse.

A tugging echo---a yearning drawl:

IN ALL WE SEE,

WE SEE NOT ALL.