In a Whisper
The winds whisper stories through the
pines, and as the scent of evergreen and
fallen leaves waken our noses, we climb.
With beautiful views of a lake far below,
we become entangled in a story we do not know.
We ascend farther into the dark
and shadowed wood that now
surrounds us, our ears abruptly filled
with the sound of rushing water, we
emerge and are witness to the
most beautiful sight we have ever seen,
water appears as if out of nowhere
and falls for what seems forever crashing
over rocks, creating white pockets of foam
and spirals of deep blue. Yes, the winds do
whispers stories through the pines,
watching, listening as our lives go by.
© 2010 Charles Dennis
http://www.charlesdennis.netne.net
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