It sounds like whispering,
perhaps about the past,
what it has seen before
and what it has washed away.
Just like a lullaby, softly kissing a baby’s cheek,
quietly prying open the hardened ground
for fresh, new life.
then softer, gentler,
back to the lull of the night.
Quietly, receding back to the sounds of nothing,
wiping away its tracks
leaving nothing except for a faint shimmer: