Same state, different town
In the air and on the ground
Wind will whisper without sound
Hear it on your skin
Clear lake, different gaze
With the trees and out for days
Water’s whispered subtle phrase
Feel it in your limbs
Communication trailing sound
The way the grey melts into blue
The green, it seems to take it’s time
Falls so into you
Fell so into you
High smile, different place
On the rocks and in the race
Fire whispers up to space
Taste it with your mind
Blind rings, different style
In the air and by a mile
Peaks will whisper in awhile
Sense it in yourself
this is your life chuck johnson 