Poem:

Sounds of rustling leaves,

Lovingly hugging the trees,

Are Nature’s gentle whispers –

Whispering in the breeze.

I sit among the roses,

Hearing whispers sweet –

Whispers that inspire me,

Comfort me and greet.

I feel at once relaxed and free,

And glad that I am here,

Away from the anxieties

And far away from fear.

I feel creatively inclined,

And in my pleasure cherish

Such whispers that I soulfully

Listen to and relish.

I think not of the fleeting time,

Nor of the tension waiting

Beyond such gentle whispers

While I am here creating.

And when I leave, the echoes of

These whispers shall I hear,

Lingering gently, softly,

And kindly in my ear.