To the grass rustling…
To the owls hooting…
To the leaves rumbling…
For those who listen,
there are words within…
through the loudness within the quiet
Oh, there are words, can’t you hear ‘em?
Be quiet, and listen..
Can’t you hear the words they speak in unison…
Maybe the words are tangible..
But to be touched they are too frangible
Maybe the words are a feeling…
I can\'t explain but it\'s ever so appealing…
To The soul who’s listening and not hearing
To the soul who\'s listening and eagerly waiting…
Wait a little longer an you might hear them singing