A gentle breeze ruffles the leaves of the trees.
Some flutter like a butterfly’s wings. Branches slowly sway left and right.
Swishhhhhh.
Listen to the trees.
What are they saying?
What kind of song do they have for you today?
Is it light and joyful, or a lament of sorrow?
Gentle.
And then more insistent.
We are here!
The song is for you.