The last leaf of fall
Settled at my back door
Whisperin secrets of the coming spring
So I folded it
Into the safety of a locket
And when night arrives to me
With its chill of melancholy
I peek into a patient heart to see
The hush of a pale sunlight
The prick of a honey bee
The song made by kissing trees
The promise of better days
Hidden Whispers,
Revive me
Then gently tuck away.
Settled at my back door
Whisperin secrets of the coming spring
So I folded it
Into the safety of a locket
And when night arrives to me
With its chill of melancholy
I peek into a patient heart to see
The hush of a pale sunlight
The prick of a honey bee
The song made by kissing trees
The promise of better days
Hidden Whispers,
Revive me
Then gently tuck away.
Souldier Girl 