I overheard on my walk today faint whispers through the trees.
I stopped to listen and all was still, even the falling of the leaves.
As I continued on my way, the grass again began to sway.
A gentle breeze blew by, and the limbs of the trees relaxed with a sigh.
I looked up and around then down, feeling in great company.
I heard a buzzing near the ground, and saw an insect hovering before me.
Its wings were purple, gold, and long, and it approached me buzzing a song.
Yet, I knew it was just a distraction, from the talking tree’s reaction.
The sun shone through to the forest floor,
and the surrounding foliage appeared to grow more.
I was rooted deeply where I stood, as if the earth below took hold for good.
I looked up towards the heavens and all I could see
was the canopy above looking down at me.
I felt a message, strong and clear,
As if the trees had whispered it in my ear.
I felt at home, safe, and free,
Like a little bird sheltered within a great tree.
And as I stood and listened, I heard the trees begin to say,
In a type of silent, mystery language, the trees began to pray.
What moment of pure reverence, complete serenity.
What delight, what great pleasure, what pure divinity.
I fell to my knees and listened, amazed by their symphony,
Rising tall throughout the forest, their branches dancing in harmony.
And so I began my dance with trees.
And wouldn’t you know I spread my wings.
They were purple, gold and long.
And soon enough I was humming along.
And to this day I say, we must walk through the trees and pray.
If we could all just talk to trees.
I know they’d pray for us and for our peace.
I know we would dance in harmony, becoming one with all divinity.
So if you walk through the forest and you hear a whisper stay.
For you might just hear the trees, and together pray.