Rustled
You told me
Child of three
under the
Chestnut tree
Tiny flowers floating
fragrant in our hair
You told me
As I lied against you
My hand holding your finger
On our backs watching
As millions of leaves
Rustled in summer wind
You told me
That sometime when
You were gone
I could find you
In the wind
Always
and forever
You told me
Never
to
forget
Ever
whisper of the wind
