Grass flows like the sea
Wind surrounding me

Flowers take me by the hand
Only the trees understand

The dirt of past and future
Not a moment sooner

Fallen leaves diminish vision
But that's not my superstition
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Surrounded by the whispering of leaves
Oh, I'm in disbelief
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Grass and I, we intertwine
Passing through my spine

Loss of eyes, no loss to me
The other side, I can see
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Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, OooooOO

Surrounded by the whispering of leaves
Oh, I, I'm in disbelief

Oooohhhh

Surrounded by the whispering of leaves
Oh, I, Oh, I'm in disbelief

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Whispers is about feeling misunderstood and uncomfortable in the world; feeling so heavy and sad, you follow the grass, then the flowers, then the trees deep into the woods - the only place you feel welcome and understood.

Surrounded by the wisdom and love of the woods, you feel so at peace you lay on the ground and settle there forever; eventually decomposing and becoming one with the earth as your bones are engulfed by the tender hug of the plants growing around, in, and through you.

And it doesn't feel like losing.

It doesn't feel like having given anything up at all.

It feels like home.

It feels like peace.

It feels like serenity.