They speak to me of love
of life
of colour and texture
of light
and freedom
of fresh air and soft breezes
of dew drops
and
rain
of faces turned to sunshine
and heads bowed
in
peace
of all the beauty to be found
in
becoming
and then when it is time
in
going
still
they speak to me
of
love
… sometimes it’s a whisper ♥
