Ever since I was gifted the ability to hear nature’s talk, I couldn’t resist easedropping on nature’s many conversations.

Who knew it talked so much?

The trees, flowers, birds, woodland creatures, wind, and waves, they speak in tones so vastly beautiful and different I am enchanted by all.

When the sun is high in the sky, and the wind sings a solo song, I sit beneath the talking trees to hear their bickering.

“Why must your needles continue to pierce my roots and precious bark,” a tall, aged oak tree complained.

The nearby pine tree laughed. “My needles are not like those of the humans. They are gentle and soft.”

The oak tree huffed.

I smiled at the two and went off to follow the wind.

It’s sing enhanced my soul, bringing me to a small grove of young and old birch trees.

“Seedling, what did I tell you, stand tall always and never slum your branches,” a large, birch tree scolded.

The small, young birch immediately listened, pushing their small, thin branches tall and straight.

I shake my head. Trees.

Again I follow in dance with the wind, which brings me to a meadow of sweet red roses and small daisies.

“You all look so lovely beneath the shining sun!” I exclaim, unable to keep my mesmerization to myself.

The roses blush and the daisies squeak in thanks.

I lie my body on the soft meadow ground and close my eyes, slowly falling asleep to the wind’s lullaby and the flowers soft songs.