The night shares a soft whisper,
That cradles through the wind.
It feels like the warmth of a warm fire.
A moment of CrAcKliNg like life to the fire,
Brought down to soft whisper.
The rustling of abundant life, caught in the wind.
The night fills HaPhAzArDLy with rough sounding whispers,
As the sky silently lights up with it’s bodacious fire…
Soon to be gone, is the gentle grasp, of a soft whisper.
This wind will soon again share a soft whisper, like the warmth of a fire.