You whisper like the
river on a cool
spring day.

The sweet sounds
of pitter-pat, pitter-pat
roam the darkness
of the woods.

Like the river
after a storm,
so do the
falls of your voice
against the rocks.

A baby fawn too
hears the pitter-pat, pitter-pat
of the river wild.
You watch in awe
as his sweet breath
fills the morning air.

So again you whisper
like that river on
a cool spring day.

Stillness fills the air
as you whisper & hear
the pitter-pat, pitter-pat
of the newly falling rain,
on that cool spring day.

The woods are
no longer at war,
yet are at peace
with your whispers,
the sweet sounds
of pitter-pat, pitter-pat
from the river below,
and the sweet breath
of the baby fawn.

And again you
and the river wild,
are at peace.
AGS 5-11-95