A Lot To Listen To

A Lot To Listen To

Sometimes, if you're lucky,

there is nothing to hear

but the sound of the wind

blowing through trees.

Now you could say:

"That's not much to listen to."

Or you could listen...

Listen

to the rustling, hissing, whispering, sometimes angry sound

of thousands 

of almost silent brushings of leaf against leaf,

of feather-light taps of twig striking twig,

any single act nothing to hear at all

but when the tree is big enough

and the leaves are numerous enough

and the branches reach out 

thinner and thinner

poking out toward the sun

carrying leaves to their destiny,

then you might be able to hear

the sound of the wind

blowing through trees.

It's a lot to listen to,

if you can hear it.

Copyright 2015 Steven Feuerstein