Whispers Of You

I heard the whispers through the trees, Was my mind playing tricks again? There was this lovely autumn breeze, I long to be with you again. The mountain top within my reach, I stopped right then to take a breath, My cheeks as rosy as a peach, I feel that there is nothing left. But as I look down at the view, That valley where I spent my youth, I think of all those times with you, This is my life, These are my roots. So on I go and sit awhile, Reflecting on the memories, Some make me tearful, Some make me smile, You are my whisper in the breeze. Jayne Louise Davies