Whispering Hill

On Whispering Hill, the wind blows free,

And whispers secrets to the trees,

The grasses sway, in gentle dance,

As sunlight streams, in golden trance.

The earth below, so soft and kind,

A place where peace, you're sure to find,

With every step, you're free to roam,

And leave behind, your worries, flown.

The whispers speak, of ancient lore,

Of times long gone, and so much more,

Of love and life, and all between,

And secrets kept, forever seen.

The hilltop stands, so tall and proud,

Its whispers echo, clear and loud,

A place to rest, to think, to dream,

And let your soul, be free, it seems.

So come and climb, this gentle slope,

Where time stands still, and hearts do hope,

And listen close, to whispers chill,

On Whispering Hill, all is still.