The Whispering Woods


Tall and Majestic it stood.
Birds chirping and
Leaves rustling is all,
What you heard.
But,still in the air,
You could hear some whispers.
Like it was from the pines.
Was it the pines or
Was it my minds?
I stood there yearning to
Hear those whispers
Not just in my mind,
But from the pines.
I stood there yearning
To be called.
Staring at the Sky,
And the Hills afar
Yearning is all what I could do
For deep down to my knowledge
I knew that "Woods never whisper"
And "Trees never Call".

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