The Whispering Grasses

 

Beneath the prairie skies.

Below the moon and stars.

The grasses whisper.

 

Under the sun and wind.                                                        

Below the flying geese.

The grasses whisper.

 

Beneath the thunder and lighting.

Below the rain and snow.

The grasses whisper.

 

Under my cloudless eyes.

Below my wind-kissed face.

The grasses whisper.

 

Can you hear them?

Can you hear them?

Whispering.

 

 

© 2012, Dr. Jeff Howlin. All rights reserved.

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