Listen
A whisper of leaves wends its way,
Across the street, then far away,
Leading the gusts that next speak slow,
Chasing anything that'll with them go.
The magnanimous wind seeks to give,
A lifting up to those who live,
It's restlessness a sign of change,
For those who lies for truth exchange.
Anne Selleck
Copyright 2015
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