[Poem] Whispers on the Wind

 

A gentle breeze, a whispered word,

A song of hope, unheard, unheard.

But wait, it lingers, soft and low,

A melody that starts to grow.

 

From heart to heart, the whispers spread,

Planting seeds where dreams are bred.

A symphony of voices rise,

Echoing across the starry skies.

 

With strength and grace, they intertwine,

A tapestry of words divine.

They speak of love, of loss, of pain,

And guide us through the pouring rain.

 

These voices, though unseen, they weave

A magic spell, a chance to believe.

For in their whispers, soft and true,

We find the courage to start anew.

 

So listen closely to the sound,

Of voices rising from the ground.

Let them inspire your deepest soul,

And find the strength to make you whole.