The Winds

Whispers To hear only whispers Upon flailing branches Of tunes long rehearsed Evening light Brings the yawns Sleepy daylight Activities gone And whispers Fills the air The voices Of news distant, fair Drowned Outdone by screams Dethroned and undone By blind human whims Still the whispers The long silent calls chanel handbags To beckon to hearers Of silent breaking falls None listens The silent pleas All ignorance Has shrouded man in mist Still it whispers Its long silent tears To call to those ears That hopefully listen to the winds