The Whispering
Wind
Oh, I hear the
whispering wind,
The pine tree,
normally silent,
Is billowing
toward the warm blue sky,
The orange-red
tree leaves,
As much as they
would love to stay,
Are cheerily
waving in the same warm wind,
They are dancing,
And, and as they
sway,
They say,
“Goodbye, for now,
But, don’t you
worry,
We’ll back,
Same time next
year!”
Peter Lowell
Paulson
November 3, 2014
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