Let it Be

Ever listened to those tiniest of whispers

Not by the mortals ,but the wind to the trees

No matter their age, their affinity still strong

To a dew drop so tiny ,yet so still

To the birds of wild, e’en to the mighty Earth

I think it speaks of  the seasons to come

The moments to forgive and endure ;and

Of course about us,what we’re upto

And so much more,but my mortal senses fail

All you see is a leaf turn ,or a flower bloom

Or a dawn crack, and a fall of dusk.

More than often,its just silence

Pay heed to it, it shelters those untold tales

Ever listened to those tiniest of whispers

I feel it’s the Universe chanting ‘Let it be’.