The memories carved

into the dirt path of a hiking trail.

Each hiker,

Animal,

Truck,

Remembered with the tracks soon to be washed away

The things our water has seen.

The hiking trail,

Dinosaurs,

Humans,

Water has seen everything from

the sewer systems

To

The inside of trees.

The trees are always dancing

When the water

trickles onto their leaves .

When the people carve their names into the trunk.

The trees dance when the wind blows,

Allowing the wind to control the dance.

The Wind talks,

Not about much of anything.

It talks when it

snows

rains,

It talks a storm.

Wind likes to scare people

Opening doors

It thinks its funny

To whisper

When humans are around.