Vivid Whispers - Poem

The sound of rain inside a forest
Chorused by the ocean waves,
Got carried on the whistling wind
That echoes through my brain

Pale as the morning sky
Yet vibrant like the snow
This thought that I had shaded
Has now begun to glow

Now eerily it enters
As grey has yet to turn,
The colors of this feeling
Will soon commence to burn

Vivid Whispers running through me
Through the paces I have laid
Each one representing
A memory I've paid