A bird whispers…

A Bird Whispers…

A bird whispers a truth
And the Wind catches it;
The Wind tells the Sea,
A tickle in the ear;
The secret dances on the Sea’s tongue,
But water does not like to spill.
Water is patient;
It trickles.

The Sea hides a secret.
Look beneath the SURFACE
And you will see.
Water is the Source.
The Source is a key.

A secret is in plane sight.
You will have to be clever to find me.