Thank you, Anni. Maybe I'm a masochist because I do like making things difficult for myself. I considered rhyming each line as well, but that was a bridge too far. Perhaps next time...
Patient upon the wind
the forest whispers in time
far off in the deepening shadows
its song of the multitude
leaves caressing the breeze
seldom still yet slow to stir
secrets of the hidden things
mysteries of bark and wood.
Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 02.21.23
Prompts: Whisper, seldom, patient.
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