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.
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