The cool stream ran mellow
Though white water did show
The stream was quite soothing
There was true ebb and flow
The forest surrounding
Was lush and extreme
There was magic and chaos
It almost felt like a dream
The flowers were blooming
The sun crept through the trees
And all I heard was a whisper
Through the leaves from the breeze
The forest seemed to be breathing
Like it had something to say
But all did get quiet
When night turned to day
Then the voices stopped speaking
And the wind settled down
Until there was no longer a whisper
Not a peep, not a sound