Therese Gramercy . . . the girl named Trees

Blue sky with leafy tree


The sun beats bright and true,
in a turbulent sky of clouds,
my heart keeps pace in time,
there's a whisper on the wind.

The moon is still and full,
the feeling is deep yet light,
your words, always so sweet,
there's a whisper in the night.

A ripple felt across the wire,
love energy responds,
a change is coming soon,
there's a whisper in my heart.