Psithurism

whispering breezes move through the trees
softly singing in rustling leaves
on tip of tongue sounding like words
like the flapping of wings in a flock of birds

hush, whoosh, whistle and blow
sussurating as they go
murmuring something on the way
they keep moving, they can't stay...

molecules coalescing as one
like birds in the sky having some fun
weaving and diving past everything
invisible yet they seem to sing

a song that everybody knows
whispering something as the air blows
into the forest and through the trees
singing a song in rustling leaves

tiptoeing, dashing to crash
seeming always a little bit rash
puffing and whistling, whispering too
singing and singing to anyone who

listens to breezes moving among
trees in the forest under the Sun
sussurating as they go
invisibly singing as they blow...