There is a sound in the wind,
A whisper engulfing all within,
Billowing across the leaves,
Weaving through the sky,
Passing through windows,
Past towers, it soars high,
Softer than the rustle of leaves in the dead of night,
Louder than a child crying with all his might,
The whisper began centuries ago,
Stories of friendship, honour, murder and woe,
It all began with a simple once upon a time,
Tales of heroes and villains- a simple rhyme,
The whisper passed from mother to child,
Each adding a twist, imagination running wild,
Morphing legends from the reality within,
The whisper flows to their next of kin,
Beliefs changed to myth,
Legends formed- changing on mere whim,
So never did a whisper stay the same,
Even when it arrived at the place from where it came,
So let the whisper reign free, let it ring,
Every time a different song it sings,
It is has many names and faces,
It is heard in many places,
It is the wonder in dreams,
It is never ending or so it seems.
