I heard the wind whisper through the trees.
S H H H H H H . . . . . . .
be quiet and listen to me.
Close your eyes and feel my breath on your face.
Let me gently rustle your hair all out of place.
Look up high to see me dance through the trees.
Sway back and forth and move along with me.
Let me tickle your nose as I pass.
Smell the earthy scent of pine and grass.
I hear the wind whisper through the trees.
S H H H H H H . . . . it beckons.
Be quiet and listen to me.
Tall, majestic pines suround my Grandmother's house. A peaceful solitude envelopes the air as it is uninterrupted by the sounds of civilized life. Only the sounds of nature prevail and there's nothing like the sound of the wind in the trees. It is difficult to say if you could hear the wind without the trees. As the dance of the wind through the trees is so calming and peaceful. I love to sit and listen, to feel the warmth of the sun on my skin, and to feel the breeze rustle my hair. I have never heard the wind in all its glory anywhere else. It will always be special to hear it at my Grandmother's home. I am certain part of the magic comes from the many visits I have made there and the many memories I have collected. The wind will always whisper to me there!
