Can you hear the whisper in the wind
Can you hear the voices blowing in its recesses
Can you hear them and feel them
Caressing the leaves on the golden trees?
Is the world real to you today
When the light goes down on the horizon
And it seems like it is on fire
A fire burning
A blaze shining?
Does it seem like something that is possible
Such a sight in the arms of this world?
Can you feel the wind humming
In the eaves of the very leaves it is caressing?
Hang in the arms of the tree branches swinging
The frost is coming and they are willing
To sleep until the world is new
And they want you to sleep with them too.