A Poem I Wrote Called "Whispery Breeze".

"Whispery Breeze": About a whispering wind so old, And angel's whispers not yet told, About a serpent's whispering breath, The god of heaven said to rest, They bluff about a withering tree, Set there and likewise there set free, The starry angel's whispery hair, The sunshine frosty snow and air, So loved the gods of heavens, earth, To bide by simple stories, birth, Here bright lights by the moonlit sky, Between the crisp, black nothings sigh, Sting starlit skies, a land, all cry, To read some this where angels fly, In relief of a warm day sun, In angel places high so from, A thing, a place, a become this, Another place left something, bliss.