Dale Fanzo

Leaning back on my chair looking up to the sky,

The soft blue color, with white clouds passing by.

The tree with needles from branch to branch,

Some darker, some lighter adding beauty to enhance.

My pulse is at ease and my ears feel a breeze,

The Whispering Pines are speaking to me.

What is it they say that makes me be at peace,

Could it be their firm texture not like a leaf.

Maybe it’s their tree height that goes far in the sky,

Could it be the massive needles I just don’t know why?

The sun peeking through the silhouette, is what I see,

The Whispering Pines are speaking to me.

Pleasant thoughts pass through my mind, with a smile,

Life has so many twists and turns, time to enjoy this for a while.

If only I could share this special moment I feel.

This whisper of the pines, makes life so surreal.

We all need this time to reflect you see!

The Whispering Pines are speaking to me.

Stay safe, stay well, stay smiling.