There is a beauty in life unheard
Intriguing sounds without a spoken word
I look around at the beautiful trees
bending swaying, moving with ease
They have a plan; they’re going somewhere
starting over every year without a care
the birds of heaven flying high
the picturesque look makes me sigh
even the birds work hard with a purpose
Instinctively but with a direction no less
Wind blowing through the treetops
Scattering seeds to the ground drops
They return from season to season
Years later, standing tall, with no Time or reason
If I seem extra calm and quiet to you today
I’m just listening to trees whispering their say
