Wind in the trees

The trees are talking today. When I was little I used to lay on the grass and listen to the wind in the trees. I was sure they were talking to each other and I'd try to understand what they were saying. When, inevitably, it became apparent they wouldn't share their secrets with me, my imagination filled the gap. I'd dream up conversation after conversation... I have long since stopped trying to fill in the gap but I still listen to trees on days like this and it makes me happy to hear them. It makes me feel both smaller and infinitely larger all in one bundle.