Sometimes, I hear it
In the whisper of the wind
As it blows through the leaves.

Sometimes,in the crackling leaves
As they are crunched beneath my feet.

Sometimes, in the sound
Of waves crashing against rocks and sand.

Sometimes, in the drip,drop
As the raindrops fall on the window of a shop.

They all say
'Don't give up. Don't say goodbye.
Not yet. Not until you have least tried.'