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.