The whispering of the leaves.

The whisper from the leaves.

Here I am, sitting on a hill in complete and blissful solitude. You can look, but don't make a sound. Look at the leaves dancing in the wind. Stand still and listen to the sound. The subtle blowing Breeze, when there is no one around. I can hear whispers from the trees and shadows all around. Next to me on the ground. As they whisper till the end, it's only me that understands. My dear friend, the ghost you feel watching over you is so real. I will always be the whisper in the wind; I'm the shadow on the ground. When there is no one else around. That's where I'll be found.