The Trees Whisper To Me

Beauty, wind, buzz, creeeaaak, creeeeaaaakk, errreeeee, errreeeeee,

rustle, drone, shift, sway,

flap, flit, soar, roar, chirp, cheap

40 blackwinged vultures silently gliding overhead

 in the blue and white-cloud sky

Fingers of moss swaying in synchronous motion

Long buzz and whine of locusts

Large live oak with many branches, each branch

hangs heavily with gray-green dreadlocks

Water shimmers through the trees, resting peacefully,

but with a slightly rippling surface

Cardinals whistling happily

Lots of brown leaves lying on the sandy ground

Upper treetops swaying and

conversing in the breeze

The trees whisper to me:

Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh……………….………………………………………………………………………………………………………………Just beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee……...…………………………………………………….. .........................……………………..freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………...beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…

Here now……………………………..……………………………………………………………

She/Nature speaks to my heart. My heart replies and speaks to her.

We speak to each other without words. A deep knowing, sharing and exchanging occurs between us.

By

Lara Jean