Whispered Songs

Cedarwood Hill

Morning breaks, sun shines upon the frosted grass.

Laughing brook, it shimmers like glass.

Green, the leaves that sway upon the evergreen,

Here on Cedarwood Hill.

Birds are nesting, perched atop the humble tree,

Singing songs of sweet melody.

Then the tree, it joins in perfect harmony,

Here on Cedarwood Hill.

Ghostly figures dance upon the sweeping air;

Waltzing, singing songs old and fair.

These tell tales, tell stories of their far off past

Here on Cedarwood Hill.

The memories old

So sweetly unfold

As clouds gather o'er the sun.

Here battles were fought,

Blood spilt then forgot,

Their history sadly undone.

Here a girl so young, yet of an ancient past,

Lost it all, all far from her cast.

Comforting, the tree embraced her in her arms,

Here on Cedarwood Hill

Night has fallen, silent is the starlit hill.

Dance has ended, all things are still.

Softly, now the sky rains down her twinkling tears,

Here on Cedarwood Hill.