“Tree Whisper” – Natures Melody
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?
“Tree Whispers”
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
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I love your photos, Kurt, you are a great photographer. This memoir and poem is an enjoyable read. Very nice, indeed.
Thank you Phyllis for your wonderful comment. My photography has been a passion of mine for a long spell and it is always very much appreciated when someone takes notice of it. The feature photo I took in Rocky Mountain National Park. I also might add the lightning storm in my Kurt James Novels ad was taken above a ghost town named Nevadaville, near Central City, Colorado.
What a wonderful scene, to walk among the forest of the Rockies and listen to the northern winds whispers through the Aspens. Your right you have to be in the moment to capture the full essence of your surroundings. I have driven through the Rockies many times over the years and often stopped to feast my eyes on the palette of colors in and all around me. Your photo is spectacular, I can almost hear the whispers as the trees rock back and forth in a gentle breeze. To listen to, see and smell nature is uplifting for anyone’s soul. Beautifully penned Kurt, I felt in the moment reading your words. Bravo.
Thanks for stopping by Vincent and it is always nice to read a comment from you. Your words even in the comment section flow free like water over river stone… Makes me want to write more poetry here just to read your comments my friend.
Kurt,
Breathtaking, really. I could hear the deep sounds of the thundering winds thru your wonderful poem. Very captivating.
Thank you Tamara for taking a seat at my campfire for a spell…
A beautiful poem, Kurt, and your introduction said it all. So many people justnwander through life, or rush mor like it, without bothering to enjoy the journey and things around them. I wrote a poem her with a similar message, “I Went Walking With a Friend One Day”..you may have read it. Your photography is always a great accompaniment to everything you write.
I thought I remembered your poem John, but was not sure and I went back and re-read it again. I commented the first time about wanting to visit your continent, and you invited me. I hope you got an extra bed my friend…lol
Yes, Kurt, there is always an extra bed.
Most people take the path for granted, like your intro said, its not the end of the path that’s important but the adventure in between that counts. Man is definitely not in tune with the trees. Excellent piece Kurt Extremely well presented, the video and photos were fantastic.
Thank you Paul for stopping by – it is always a pleasure.