Being a child of Colorado and growing into a man of nature, there is nothing more pleasing and comforting than listening to the sound the aspen leaves make when the wind blows across the mighty Rocky Mountains. Walking these mountains of old I always become enchanted with what I call the “Tree Whispers.” Those songs and melodies brought forth from the mountain winds are meant to be cherished by the few who stop and take a moment and really listen. No orchestra or string quartet – though lovely – can match the “Tree Whispers.”
Numerous times while walking with someone through my mountains and the aspen groves I will stop and say “Do you hear that?” More often than not they will stop along with me and turn their ear, and reply, “No, did you hear something?”
Most of modern man is not in tune with nature or the trees. They simply are on a path to get somewhere, never realizing it is not the end of the path that is the quest – but, what we see, feel, or hear that is important along that path. We all need to take a minute out of our day and really stop and feel, see, and listen to the glory of nature that surrounds us. How sad it is that most never take that minute.
As a child I use to think that the “Tree Whispers” only spoke and sang their hexing melody to me. As a grown man of the mountain I know this not to be true. But, I wonder – that if you can hear them too?
When the wind builds from the north,
The silence broken, trees whispers come forth.
Wind, the rustle all becomes music to me,
Nature’s song drifts down from the whisper tree.
Standing alone in the chilled air I breathe,
Nature is my auditorium as the music seethes.
Chilled wind slowly dies, tree whispers no more,
Walking away from the trees – and that whisper song I adore.
By Kurt James
Kurt James © 2017
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