Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Though I sing

Though I sing my heart out I can't make a sound, For in this cold dark world, of which I feel bound, trapt with no way out, nay, I will be free no dout.

"Whisper Whisper"

"Whisper, Whisper" , says the wind, as the leaves around her get crisper and crisper, while winter creeps around the corner. "Shh shh" she says quietly. "Listen all around, what do you hear? Sounds songs through the night, but gets louder as the sun shines bright." Thee that listens will hear.