Does the wind ever whisper
The secrets of life?
Doughnuts whisper my name
When I walk into a bakery store.
Children whisper on the playground
Of their deepest secrets.
Humming birds whisper to the flowers
As they collect pollen.
Grandma whispers her childhood story
In the old Bountiful town.
I once watched the wind whisper
To the leaves about a storm coming .
And everyone knows that Apple pie
Whispers their name on Christmas day.

Copyrighted 2014 by SKB.

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