Lost somewhere between knuckle draggin' and upright.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Windswept Wisdom - A One Shot Wednesday
The trees are talking tonight. Some whisper to answer the call of crickets. Others cry as they stand alone with no other tree nearby to touch with leaf or root. When the wind is low, they nod to each other. They rustle and groan under the weight of their words. Seeking relief from the boredom of stillness. The breeze inspires thought and the surge of decades of wisdom. Words we cannot understand. Yet should take the time to hear. _______________________