there
is music to
the trees their leaves
rustling in the dance of the
wind’s fingers, like love after hours
sweet and tender so filled
with joy I wonder why the trees
make their music into a lullaby that
so many choose to ignore? But I, I listen and
it is the sweetest song. The
song of eternity, the melody of
forever. The leaves tremor – shudder
in delight so divine. It is nature, at its essence
so pure and
simple yet
it goes, sadly,
unnoticed.
