
The rustle of leaves in the breeze,
A sound from days gone by,
The chirping of birds, a symphony,
A melody in the sky.
But do you remember,
The whispering of the pines,
As they swayed in the forest,
With sunlight filtering through the vines?
It's a sound so soft and low,
You might miss it if you're not near,
But listen closely, and you'll hear,
Memories of days gone by, my dear.
It's a sound that's hard to describe,
Like a tune played on a flute,
It's a symphony of nature,
That fills the heart with nostalgic hoot.
It's a sound that brings peace,
And a sense of calm within,
It's a sound that reminds us,
Of a simpler time, and a gentler spin.
So next time you're in the woods,
And the wind is blowing through,
Listen closely for the whispering,
Of the pines, and let memories renew.
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Wonderful poem Mary.