Whispers in the Breeze

Whispers in the breeze
Are secrets of the trees
They tell of ancient lore
Of magic and of war

Whispers in the breeze
Are messages of the bees
They sing of honeyed flowers
Of pollination powers

Whispers in the breeze
Are echoes of the seas
They speak of stormy waves
Of sunken ships and graves

Whispers in the breeze
Are voices of the keys
They play a melody
Of mystery and harmony