Whisper, whisper, as weak as a breeze.
Quiet, quiet, you’re among trees.
Listen, they only talk in a hush,
Listen to them speak in a rush.
Dark amongst them, yet they live in light,
Catch their words as they speak to the night.
Lost, get lost amongst their breath,
Then you’ll never know what happens next.
Death in their leaves, watch them fall apart
as the sky darkens and the warmth departs.
Are we not so much like them?
Can we escape their fate?
Even the evergreens eventually sleep.
Silence, silence as the cold settles in
but you can hear their whispers even then.
Pain, pain as the new growth starts.
Will the warmth return, will the morning star ignite?
Rebirth, they cry, resurrection is here,
hear their hushed and private tears.
A wish, just one, floats on the wind.
The wish, the hope, to live again.