In the quiet of a whispered breeze,
Lies the art of subtle listening,
A melody of silent trees,
Where spoken words are glistening.

Beyond the echo of the voice,
In the realm where thoughts reside,
Listening becomes a choice,
A journey taken side by side.

Eyes may wander, ears may hear,
Yet the soul must tune its ear,
To catch the sound so crystal clear,
The heart’s own voice, sincere.

In silence, secrets softly bloom,
In listening, we find our room,
To understand, to truly see,
The world’s vast, whispered symphony.