Old trees arched over the wall; their leaves whispered softly against the stones.

In the live oaks behind us, the leaves whispered only slightly louder than memory, and the tall grass barely stirred.

The wind grew stronger and the leaves whispered.

While the stars rode and dry leaves whispered past the windows she waited.

Had the leaves outside the window whispered in the wind?

Behind me the leaves were whispering in the clump of trees.

Inside the Aviary, the leaves of the trees whispered, sighed.

The leaves whispered in the cool breeze off the sea.

Near me was a huge old cottonwood whose thick leaves rustled and whispered endlessly.

The leaves whispered together in the evening breeze.