Seeking the whispers of the wind,  I stretch beneath the trees.

The day is still, the leaves don’t move,

The tree branches lift high up to the sky.

The birds tweet their melodies, songs glorious to the ear.

A car moves its way on distant street,

A dog barks as it goes by.

The sun warms my skin, my eyes drift close,

A relaxing summer day.

No secrets whispered through the air,

Though it was fun to try.