Today, as I was sitting outside on my break, attempting to write something, some
blessing received, I asked the Lord, to open my eyes, my ears, my heart to His
blessings…for I was empty..
Then quite
suddenly the thought of singing trees entered my mind, and I began to notice the
wind, and the trees, and I began to hear the rustling of the leaves as the trees
bent back and forth in the wind….their leaves rustling together…like song….and I
could hear them sing.
The sycamore trees were loud and joyful, their leaves making a mighty rustling sound, their many limbs whipping back and forth in time with the wind…nearby the pines sang, their voices low, almost overpowered by the sycamore…until you stood close to them, they more stoic and reserved, but still singing….and the Japanese maple, dancing gracefully, its song but a whisper in the wind…
How blessed I am, what blessing…to hear the trees sing!
Later, after penning these words in my journal, I in curiosity decided to do an internet search for trees singing. And I found this poem and this painting....…..How delightful!
When the Trees Sing
When the trees sing,
It doesn't really matter
If you know the song,
Or if you know the words,
Or even if you know the tune.
What really matters is knowing
That the trees are singing at all.
May 6, 1998© Matthew Joseph Thaddeus Stepanek
