A man once told me he talked to trees.
Just through a whistle from the wind.
You can hear their answers from the leaves, rustling in the breeze.
He spoke of their eyes, gazing at the sky and all her wonder.
I listened as he spoke of their roots, sharing secrets in the rain.
I remembered back to hearing my first hello from Mother Nature and how her voice took me off my feet.
I heard the birds coo, all that had ever landed there.
I still stand amazed at her glory as I talk of my life to the trees.
Forever astounded that I can hear their secrets and I find my own roots and start to grow upwards.
One day hoping to be as perfect as the trees.