The trees whisper a secret
As I sit here on the grass
The secret is like a beautiful glass vase
But still it shall not last
The secret is a melody
Given only to those with ears
So I sit here and I listen to there many fears
Now I sit here and I wonder
Does anyone care?
For if there’s a beginning
Surly there’s an end.
Louise Brown
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/whispered-secrets-of-the-unknown/