Listen,
And you'll hear it.
Carefully in the breeze,
It flows through the trees.
In the river bend,
Through the forest end.
Then you'll hear it.
Softly,
It'll sing.
Little whispers,
In the cool breeze.
It'll dance across the leaves,
And flow through the rivers bend,
'Till it gets to the forest end.
Then,
You'll see her.
Sitting on a branch.
Humming softly, to her own little tune.
Cross her carefully,
For she won't take well to your presence.
Mind her well, speak not a word.
Or she'll steal your soul.
She'll hide it in her endless hole.
And keep you tapped forever,
In
The little whispers.
Listen,
And you'll hear it.
Carefully in the breeze,
It flows through the trees.
In the river bend.
Through the forest end.
Then you'll hear it.
Softly,
They'll cry,
A song of woe.
( A/N: the ending is bleh... Sorry..)
