daydreams

Whispers

When the flowers smile upon the sky
From their shining golden glade;
When the clouds scamper by
And give them soft patches of shade;
And when the wind utters a cry
Swirling in melodies it made;

Their whispers, unheard,
They go on with their day,
But on the branch where I perched,
I wondered what they say.

~Eliza