I wish I was a whistler…
My whistle would sound like a stream trilling over rocks…
Like grass being fluffed by the wind…
Welcoming all the birds to join in…
My tune would carry nothing but love…
Bringing all beings into harmony…
Merging the two separate eternities…
All before the sun kissed the ridge.
Oh, so different than the clanking of machines…
The bitter sounds of conflicting emotions…
All the chaos echoing in separate directions…
The constant laments about tomorrow.
My whistle would be like laying in the cool mud…
The world my paradise…
Trotting about in my breezy way…
Stopping only where it mattered most.
Especially on a day like this…
The roses and the bougainvilleas in full bloom…
With such a close soul attachment…
I would whistle along my way.
Boy are you blessed! You can whistle!
I love you,
Annie