I've been listening to the trees all my life.

Fifty years later, I understand they have
been talking to me.
Whispering, willowing waves of branches
and leaves.  Saying we love you.  We are the
tickle in your eyes, whispering words of peace.
Soothing your ears in times of grief.

Sing to the joy of emptiness, we smooth away
your fears;  we bathe you in the grace of giving.

Giving is the greatest gift.
Giving away your name, your ego, your shame.
Giving you forgiveness.  Give what you have
learnt.  Knowledge is a sharing gift.  How can it
be a secret?

The wind is heavenly music.