Whisper

These are the Whispers of the Soul... Never bearing, no fruition... I planted the wrong tree. 

She said to me..

I will give you a bulb with treasures hidden. Fill it with naught that is forbidden. 

So on I went to bury the bulb. Ever wondering what Treasures it would hold.

And she said to me.. 

The soul will whisper Crystal and clear..But you must listen without any fear.

Then she said..

Don't edit your angel, she will sing to you a precious lullaby from a heart so true. Woven from your heartstrings fashioned to perfection.. And only the most golden of word selection. 

She said..

Now open your mouth and speak to the tree..

And I said..

I pour all of my love out onto thee!

The soul Whispers secrets to me..all bearing, full fruition.. I planted the right tree.