Whispers of the wind.

Calm cool breeze blows across the meadow The sun shines accross the grass while it dances slow. Trees give a gentle wave as the wind rustles through the limbs The sky changes from blue to a work of art bursting of colors This day is far more peaceful than others. Boots worn thin from the journey here Lost in the beauty of nature and void of fear. The whispering wind calls out to those with troubled hearts Drawing them in one by one The strong will emerge whole again with the morning sun. But those who fall prey to her tantalizing tongue Become the echoes of the wind and her sirens song