does anyone know Where the Wind Willows lay?
Where the Wisps go to play?
have you ever Wondered Why they can not be heard?
Why their voices are smaller than a bird's?
they hide from this World's screams and tears.
from the World's cries and fears.
they ask "Why does no one listen?
Why does the World no longer glisten?
is all this necessary, the suffering?
Why do they all just stand aside, Watching?
have you no ears? no eyes? no mouth to speak up With?"
they no longer sing.
no longer happy notes to bring.
just questions,
that turn into Whispers.
