Wind Songs

a strong breeze and the leaves of these trees begin speaking sing in gentle voice for the choice is not theirs the wind moved and strummed fingered and thumbed by the invisible source their movements endorse nature's improvised tune theirs not to invent the wind the tall stately pines add their own lines with a whoosh and a swoosh as they sway and they play in counterpoint the wind the symphony's soft the sounds from aloft but ears that hear aural and clear the phrases within unknown melodies freshly made songs the wind