Whisper Soft
21st Century
Take of the seed and stand over it that someday
You become made of wood and pressed into paper
Take of the soil and turn clay into painted beads
To braid into your hair
Take of the sky and cloud--up heavy and dark
To bleed down over quiet valleys
Take of this life and whisper soft
A breeze of loveliness through the air.
DayPoems Poem No. 2275
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/2275.html">Whisper Soft by Bob Childs</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
Timothy Bovee, editor
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