It rode the breeze slipping softly, gently brushing every leaf as if it were dancing, an elegant flow and caress waltzing to some melody playing, off in the distance of a memory returning to bring back the recall of love embracing every heartbeat and the whispered hush of lost love that continues to live alive, safe and secure protected in the rush of whispers. for Regina Riddles' contest Whisper to Me 6/12/20