Whisper

Poet: Ken Jordan Short Story: Whisper Edited by: Sparkle Jordan written: August/2014                  "Whisper"       Each day, in the dewy break of dawn, I go for my walk, down"Tides End Lane," pass Coral Castle, to the Ocean front.        When I arrive there,   my eyes gleam with joy, to see this amazing giant Dreaming tree, on Coral Hill.                  Dendrologist call it, "The Old Tree," but, I prefer, "Whisper," because it speaks to me through the sweet morning breeze.        They say that Whisper,  has stood atop Coral Hill, for about eight hundred years, and is the oldest tree of it's kind.          It's roots are seen above the ground, and it's limbs reflect the strength that has sustained itself  throughout time.          Whisper, has seen much in  its lifetime, with countless untold mysteries to share with those, who's heart and crown chakra's, are open to receive.         Through this amazing, "old tree," I've learned to respect the earth, to have patience to wait, to hear the sounds that it speaks,  I am truly blessed.         Therefore, each morning when I wake, I'm drawn to Coral Hill, to hear  life story's from Whisper.                 The old tree has a "squeaky crackling," sort of sound, that I've come to understand in a profound and spiritual way.             I am blessed beyond my imagination, that spirit lead me to this Dreaming tree,  ten years ago today.        Throughout the  years, Whisper, has shown me much beauty, joy,  and happiness.        I am blessed to have witnessed the awesome power of the universe, that connected me to such an entity.        In winter, Whisper's,  limbs are bare;  which taught me to humble myself, and not take life for granted.                 In spring, its limbs are lush with beautiful green leaves, which cause me to pause and ponder old age.  I think that, we're young as we feel, no matter how old we get.       In Summer, Whisper; bares an incredible foliage of beauty, and  in the Fall, the foliage shows colors of orange, yellow, and brown; natures picturesque postcard for  all to see.        Through Whisper, I've come to appreciate all of the seasons.  I am humbled by what this Dreaming tree,  has done for me.  It taught me how to love, and respect all living things.