Whispers

In the stillness of forest,

In the groves amidst the tall trees,

To the leaves the east wind whispered,

To sweet rhyme this tale of wonder,

Full of beauty, full of mystery,

Singing softly, singing softly.

Of traditions now forgotten,

Of tolerance and harmony,

Of a people free and fearless,

Of their simple ways and manners.

How they learnt the song of nature,

How they lived and loved and worshipped,

How they fought and how they conquered,

How in times of good and evil,

Learnt to whisper even gently,

In the secret of their of their own hearts,

The name of the one, the nameless one,

The formless one, the endless one.