With Slow Whisper

I could not find spring As she tried to bring Her voice echoed positive But she was almost submissive Why did I sense autumn? In her approach even She was dull and slow Not with enough of air to blow She whispered with slow voice It was firm and echoed with promise She was right character I need to follow her after I held her hand And assured her of Promised Land! She was not to be worried Or for that matter, any load to be carried She was in spirit Ready to mingle and greet I gave her broad smile To go ahead meanwhile