A Call to Listen

Don’t let them fool you
Into disbelief—
Thinking magic isn’t real
And plants can’t speak.
That the forest can’t breath,
And the moon doesn’t feel
What you feel.
Listen.
Can you hear them singing?
Sweet whispers.
The story of you, and me.
From the eyes of flowers,
And the roots of trees.
 
Not in the language that you speak,
Or in sights the eye can see.

Look within your dreams.
Listen—
To the quiet hum of trees.
The way the forest greets you hello,
And Summer goodbye.
Notice how life begins anew,
Time and again,
Through shifting seasons
And changing tides.
 
There is a pulse, ancient and knowing,
Great and grand
Wild and free,
That’s listening—
As you, listen too.