The trees are talking.

The wind blows and the trees shake,

I think they are talking,

I try to listen but all I here are whispers not quite clear.

Then the wind howls at the trees so they scream back,

I try to listen again but all I hear is shouting to loud to understand.

The rain pores down and the trees are happy and whooping with joy but and the same time crying with fear that lighting will strike,

I listen once more but it's no use it all sounds like a big jumbled up mess of random words not making any sense to me.

I try to hear and understand but the trees keep there secrets to themselves, never to be told to human kind.

Maybe one day one little tree and one little person will have a conversation and the mystery of the trees secrets will be shared with the world.