The whispers found among the leaves of the fallen, are poetry to those who care to listen. Take a stroll through the leaves some beautiful spring day. Spare a quiet thought for those who have loved and lost, and those who are left to mourn. Say a prayer or two for them. Remember those who walked before you, and cherish those who are yet to wither and fall.

The whispers found among the leaves of the fallen, are poetry to those who care to listen. Take a stroll through the leaves some beautiful spring day. Spare a quiet thought for those who have loved and lost, and those who are left to mourn. Say a prayer or two for them. Remember those who walked before you, and cherish those who are yet to wither and fall.