Language of The Trees

We live in a noisy

World, everyone scream

Around you

Making big dramatic gestures

Meaning nothing or very little

To hear and see the miracle

Look down

Bend down

To the ground

Listen with your ear

To the ground

Learn the language of the trees

They will be your best

Friends

Silence

The night has its own silence

So quiet that

Almost nothing is heard

Only the distant

Noise of the heater

The mind space expands

We have to listen

To ourselves sometimes

Accept what we hear

Winter nights

The winter night is cold

Promises nothing

Only cold feets

And silence

We are waiting

We will wait for a long time

Before the cold spring light

Enters this room

Our Being

Silence is a good thing

It makes us listen

To our selves

Whatever we hear in

The silence

Our angst, circular thinking

Leftover memories.

Let it be

Just listen beyond that

Noise