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 meadowsIt's a true gift

You can hear if you truly listen

That's the story told by old man wilson

He always said in meadows

The flowers have a voice

And when he left us behind

We listened for him in the meadows

And there we found his presence