Tree Whispering

Did you ever look at the trees properly? I mean, really, truly, properly?

Did you ever lie on your back, your head resting on your hands, and just look up?

What did you see?

Did you see the leaves dancing on the breeze, branches swaying as one with the wind, leaning gracefully with one another, making their own whispering music? Never knotting, catching, tangling, damaging one another, but brushing gently past their companions, kissing shoulders as they pass by.

If you lay there long enough, did you see? Did you see how the eddying currents whip them all to the same state of frenzied excitement and yet, even then, they are as one in their movement? They jostle and haggle and prance and turn and then, just as suddenly, they are still, peaceful, spent.

We have a lot to learn.