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This morning as I stepped out into the darkness   

I was met by a gentle breeze…

and in the stillness of the morning

I could hear the whispering of the trees…

A tangerine moon was setting over the mountains

and I wondered as I watched it’s waning beams…

could the trees be whispering to the moon?

could they be telling her their dreams?

I could not make out what they were saying

could not understand their words…

Could they be welcoming the morning light?

Could they be awakening the birds?

Could they be questioning the clouds…

are you preparing morning showers?

Could they be saying good night to one another

or good morning to the flowers?

I sat in the darkness…in the silence

as the sun made her ascent…

trying hard to understand…

what all their whispering meant

Then I realized…sitting out this morning…

the air today cooler than yesterday…much crisper

that I don’t need to know what they are saying…

I just love to hear them whisper