Life is a whisper at best
A cry in the wind, then a rest
generations passing and fly by
days of laughter, intermingled with cries
making footpaths for others to follow
but the imprints get lost thru the hollows
words whispered in the wind
to the place you meant to send
at the end, when the wind dies down
you both agree you loved, but now frown
coming are days of happy sounds
no more days of whispers found
laughter heard from the rooftops
gathering fruits and abundant crops
never a whisper of life will go
voices rise to a grand crescendo
For now, life’s a whisper at best
It’s okay for loved ones to rest
