Life is a whisper at best
A cry in the wind, then a rest
generations passing and flying 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
In the end, when the wind dies down
you both loved, but now you 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
