They say in meadows
The flowers have a voice
The small whisper they make when the wind brushes against
The way their scent is a small compass
Leading you right to them
A flower is precious to those who can hear them
Its capturing and artful to listen to their spirit
I miss their sound and calming scent
I lost the ability to listen when i was just a kid
I miss the whispers and the voices in the mea...