The trees whisper a secret <br />As I sit here on the grass <br />The secret is like a beautiful glass vase <br />But still it shall not last <br /> <br />The secret is a melody <br />Given only to those with ears <br />So I sit here and I listen to there many fears <br /> <br />Now I sit here and I wonder <br />Does anyone care? <br />For if there’s a beginning <br />Surly there’s an end.<br /><br />Louise Brown<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/whispered-secrets-of-the-unknown/
