The Sound Between Trees

I walked beyond the city

where the noise became a whisper

the morning held its breath

between the leaves

I heard a thousand stories that nobody was writing

the language of the wind

the language of the trees (hmmmmm)

Maybe we forgot

how to listen

maybe the world

is still speaking

There is a sound between trees a place we never see

a quiet conversation

between the earth and me

There is a sound between trees hidden underneath the noise a little

piece of silence

waiting for our voice

The river doesn't hurry

the clouds don't need a reason

they move without asking

where they should go

Slow down

stay

here

listen (ahhhh)

There is a sound between trees

and now I can hear