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Whispers in the Wind
I hear mother Earth whisper,
she is talking about her time.
She whispers sweet nothings,
into the ears of the trees.
I hear her call forth,
for love and birth.
She breathes soft winds over the fields,
and caresses herself with gentle hands.
She creates music with her words,
just sit back and listen.
Soothing the scares of time,
healing what was marred.
Her beauty unsurpassed,
only matched by one.
The woman that she gave to me,
if only for a short time.
Always on my mind,
and on my tongue when I whisper.
The name of a wonderful angel,
sent to me at night, for the day.
Taking from me by fait,
but still in my heart.
When mother Earth whispers in the wind,
she whispers her name and praise.
When I whisper in the wind,
it is full of her praise and love.