A whisper in the wind,
a whisper in the trees,
often it wanders
treading silently.
Leading you away
from the path,
guiding you deeper
into forests
ever darker.
So follow the whisper,
the whisper in the wind,
as it calls you,
directs you,
ever gentle,
pulling your strings.
Whatever you know,
counts for naught,
you shall learn again,
make the first step
through fallen leaves,
yes,
come to me,
through the trees.
YOU ARE READING
Dawns mutterings
PoetryCompilation of poems, inspired by natures bounty. We are of the earth, so it is only fitting that it in turn inspires us. Although much of my poetry is in some way inspired by nature this small compilation highlights just how much it impacts all I d...
