3rd place

Whispers

Caressing winds flow smoothly to awaken and stimulate the leaves,
creating a melody of music that echoes gently upon the breeze.

Whispers of the past curl around in harmonious spirals of mystic charm,
as the voices of yesteryear convene and sing out to express a chime of
alarm.

Ancient voices awakening from the shadows with specter superiority,
rousing from the hidden dimness to alight into realism and clarity.

The voices make claim of what was and histories devotional whispers,
summon the elemental customs and traditions lost in the sea of
yesteryear.

The whispers are the Voices of harmonic truth from the days of old,
phantoms of the past that murmur of the importance of the past to
uphold.

Listen to the whispers and hear the caress of the gentle song upon the
winds,
Heed the undertones and melody of old, the shadows of time that
transcends.

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Ferinus, in the year 436 AD.