In the whispers of the wind,
And the gentle rustle of leaves,
My heart speaks in a language,
That only the soul perceives.
With each beat, a message it sends,
It tells me of my deepest dreams, In
ways that are unspoken and blurred.
Sometimes it's just a flutter,A tiny moment of joy,
Other times a rush of emotion, That nothing can destroy.
Yet always it is calling, Urging me to take a chance,
To follow where it leads me, And trust in life's dance.
For my heart knows the secrets, That my mind cannot conceive,
It sees the path that's meant for me, And it wants me to believe.
So I'll listen to its whispers, And follow where it leads,
For in the depths of my heart, Is where my truest self resides and breeds.