Beyond the cat tails

And deep in the forest

Thought the tees

And over the marsh

Where the wind flows

Gentle and cool

There is a place

So remote

That the wildflowers

Whisper

Quietly about the coming rains

The expectations of change

The hopes of summer and

The end of fall

I live here in my own spirit

To take the flowers words

In the hearts

Of the ones

Who take the time to

To hear it