A Whistling Answer



You remind me
Of a place where
Leafs turn from green
To yellow to red
Of the wind through my hair
Of my silent footprints on the soft ground

This space may have been 
Stepped on many a times
Adored in abundance 
Felt on the skin of many generations

Yet all I can see 
Are the edges of the sun as I look up
A flickering on my face as I
Hear the birds sing their song
And the trees 
With their rustling petals as a 
Whistling answer 

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