I used to wonder about trees swaying in the breeze. What stories are held beneath the bark? What secrets are blowing freely that I cannot hear?
But these days, in the winter of my years, I just hear approval.
Applause. Applause As evening draws. The day is spent. Trees nodding consent. ----G. Hill
Applause, Applause. Bending low. Acknowledgement Of God's overflow. ----G. Hill
Applause, Applause. In nature's laws. Oasis of sounds As life rebounds. -----G. Hill
Listen to the trees talking in their sleep. What nice dreams they must have! ― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables