Whispers From The Titanium Tree Poem by Anthony Daniels

These precious little sounds scream out to me although when I ask who else can hear them no one else seems to believe me.

These adorable little songs reach my ears and I break into a smile through my horrid times I laugh and decide to sing along.

The words spoken to me may sound unclear to you are heard very clearly to me and they tell me things that make my heart sing.

The mystery surrounds the sounds that flow continuously into my soul although there are those who think I may soon lose control.

The whispers I hear can do me no harm you all need not worry it whispers to me and me alone and it has assured me that I will be okay.