The silent whisper of wind through the tree tops,
It all just seems like time stops,
Just a quick second and nothing more,
We hear a heart beat then no more,
Slowly the light...
Turns into night...
And the very same heart beat we heard before is nothing more,
Then an empty shell,
That seemed to have fell,
From the very tear,
We failed to hear.
The heart bleeds and slowly dies,
And the owner breaks down and cries,
Then I fear,
The only thing we hear,
Is the silent whisper of the wind through the tree tops,
Then time stops...
A/N: if you don't understand this poem really sorry but it is actually about people who are like upset and not really many people care to see if they are okay.
