Slow, Calm Whistle Poem by Melissa Elisabeth Alana

Slow, calm whistle
A slow calm whistle,
Of the wind through the trees.
The chirping and buzzing,
Of the birds and the bees

Standing on the path,
Knowing not which way to turn.
Maybe in the future,
There will be a lesson to learn.

A gentle breeze on my face,
As tears slide smoothly down.
Once there was a smile,
But now a permanent frown.

The slow calm whistle,
Has ceased at last.
The light has all gone,
Darkness has been cast.