The Whispering of the Trees
When the wind blows I hear the faint sound of voices running through the trees, they speak with low tones as if they are speaking to me.
Their leafs rustling and flapping tells me that the wind is delivering fresh air and to live life without care. With their branches touching one another it teaches me we should hold our hands out to each other, they speak to me with these words of love letting the birds nest high above.
Some are young and some are old these rings of cycles tells this story untold, as they stand so tall seeing the spring, summer and fall and they all sleep through the winter readying their branches for new leafs to fall.
The squirrels scratch their trunks climbing up and down letting the birds view from all around. The woodpecker pecks trying to remove bugs while the Eagle looks for food on the highest branch up above.
They sway in the wind as if they were dancing singing songs by using their leaves, these trees sing this song of beauty and grace as the rain from above waters their roots helping them to hold the earth as the wind blows their branches. They are a family of many that stands together without one complaint teaching man how to live together in all bad weather but, man has become deaf and dumb to theses voices of the trees.
Copyright © Bobby May | Year Posted 2019
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