When The Trees Sing

Listen

Be still

Hear life

Moving, singing

The wind travelling through rooms of endless verdant green

Windsong 

The brush of tiny leaves against one another. 

The cool wind rushing through the trees. 

Fluttering, winding, whipping, 

Notes flying across the sky

Cool breeze brushing my cheeks

Notes of sky in my ears

 

Photo by Dmytro Tolokonov on Unsplash

 

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