The whisper of predawn light, promising a fulfilling day
The sigh of the north wind, promising a quenching rain
The murmur of corn leaves in the breeze, promising a plentiful harvest
The hum of honeybees, promising honey for the table
The susurrus of the earth, promising peace.
(Thanks to Jan Blencowe for the inspiration for the poem. She writes a lovely blog called The Poetic Landscape.)