The winds do not speak, But whisper through trees, In the rustle of leaves, In the hush of the dusk.
Above, the vast sky stretches, Blue as an infinite dream, Clouds as soft as silence, Floating in the warmth of sunbeams.
- William Ernest Henley
The winds do not speak, But whisper through trees, In the rustle of leaves, In the hush of the dusk.
Above, the vast sky stretches, Blue as an infinite dream, Clouds as soft as silence, Floating in the warmth of sunbeams.