The trees do sing, he told me.
I didn’t believe him but, I listened.
The wind flowed through the trees,
And it hummed a soft tune.
Then all the birds followed with small chirps.
The light of the sun beamed through the leaves,
As sweet creatures came out to share their song.
Foxes, bears, insects of all kinds.
Every moment was an orchestra, filled with calls and whistles.
A moment of silence would be frightening,
But a gust of wind would start the song once more.
I turned to him and said,
The forest sings. He smiled.
I created this poem when I was thirteen. It reminded me of living in a small town in Norway and the way I felt connected to nature. Life was slow and I had lots of free time to think and write. That's something I'm envious of now that I am living in a larger city.