Your Voice

I hear your voice through the trees.
Where sunlight scatters its glistening rays.
Wandering, in the dappled, bluebell haze.

Whispers, rustling, in the leaves;
Fall to the ground in gentle waves,
And I hear your voice through the trees.

Wisdom and comfort, delivered on the breeze.
As I negotiate a rich, uncertain, maze.
To steer me through life’s adventurous ways;
And I hear your voice in the trees.