Trees Speak

Trees Speak

We were headed into the woods

for a hike this afternoon.

We had had

a heavy rain in the morning.

It was still overcast and windy.

The trees all looked different,

dark wet trunks,

glistening wet leaves

of a lively green color

even in the dusky light let

in by the heavy cloud cover.

The moss so green

with its sheen on,

the trail was shiny and moist

just so different

from a typical

dusty summer’s day.

Laura had her ear buds in

and lagged a bit behind me

lost in the music

and the scene.

I was lost

in the whisper

of the wind.

Not even noticing it

until the wind made

the tree's leaves talk.

Trees speak,

sometimes it was loud

and so raucous

you could even feel it

down on the trail.

Other times

it faded away

from my awareness

completely drifting off

into the canopy

of the trees

that were thirty feet

above us.

Rising ever so subtly

into a whisper

and then a commotion.

Like a gaggle of friends

having a grand old time.

The trees were enticing

both of us

into their realm.

A new appreciation arose

for the beauty of Mother Nature

in all her damp clothing.

Drawn into

the peace of the forest,

the mood of the woods,

the stillness of the path,

and the restlessness

of the wind,

we were.

Magically transported

to an aspect of it,

we had rarely seen

or noticed.

 Experienced it

this day we did. 

Like the glistening facet

of a diamond.

Thankful for our time

with Mother Nature

and for how she led us

into a new understanding

of just how beautiful she is.

Listen for the whisper

the trees speak,

are you

listening?

All My Love Always, Keith