This whisper dances on the breeze
a silent shadow kissing the trees
autumns over, Where go the leaves?
Where art thou, my dearest friend?
The whispers will never end
they may be silenced, but they won't fade
I'll make them as a marching parade
they will hum like the wind
but my friend , knowest they will never end
This is a very beautiful and softly lilting poem ... just like whispers ... I enjoyed reading the metaphor of them like a marching parade (showing the strength & victory of them) and the tag line ( the whispers will never end ) ... Good write ... MoonBee