Secrets Of The Trees

Oh the untold secrets that you hold.
They pass through into every twig and leaf
and are told through the forest no louder than a whisper.
Sometimes, they even share them with the streams.

There are even special people,
that can hear the whispered message.
They are one with the forest and understand its needs.
There is no simple way to tell that to someone.

The whisper of leaves, the sweet calls of birds
and the chirping of insects.
The pitter patter of water dripping from the canopy
and the rushing of streams over rocks.

Ants, beetles and millipedes making their way across the fallen leaves,
deer walking majestically through the woods.
Dappled sunlight on the forest floor as it breaks through the canopy.
Spiders spinning webs and bees buzzing loudly.

Plunging quietly through the forest,
I look up in time to see the fleeing form of a deer,
its straight white tail is the last thing I see.
A moment or a millennium, nature takes both.

When I stare into the vacuum of your eyes,
I see the innocence of a perfect world.
But as I continue to gaze into your now dimming golden-blue pools,
I am reminded of life's imperfections.

Remember when you stand in the middle of the forest,
how small you really are.
Remember that life and death are a cycle we all are a part of.
Remember that we all need each other to survive.