Hush Sounds

Hush Sounds
By: Douglas Karson

The trees they speak
If you but listen hard
Their bark their teeth
The leaves their chord
Rustling as the wind flies through
Wishhhh Washhhh, silence ensues
These sounds begin to speak
If you sit for hours, days, or weeks
Speak of peace and balance found
Speak with only the slightest sound
SSSShhhhhh…listen
Do you hear it?
The voice of the empty
The space between
The rustle talks and shispers
But it never yells
Its voice is always quiet
And seldom heard
So when it screams at you
Better listen
The air, the leaves
Slowly falling through a chilled autumn air
They will land one day, they don’t know where
Where will they fall?
The leaves wonder oft
Catching the ground of landing on rock
Maybe a pile
There a small child
Will get joy from the lost life of a fallen leaf
Playing and laughing
You hear that?
Silence
The wind through the leaves
Laughter
Echoes in the background
Joy
Happiness the only sound
Not always the case
We have engineers and motors in this here race
Loud!
Destroyers of nature and man
Quiet
Shattered with the roar of a chainsaw
The leaves they are crying
Don’t you hear them weep?
The chainsaw draws blood
The SAP runs, thicker than blood!
And the forest cries
Its voice being silenced
Slowly
Painfully
Permanently
But hope endures
The tress will not stop their whispers
Into those willing to hear
And those who have no fear
Will be blessed
With the silence of the leaves
And the talk of the trees
Rebuilding slowly as we destroy fast
The very air
Socked with the burning of out machines
Our machines for power
For light
For transport
Even for flight!
Killing the earth with poison spit
Either us or nature must one day end it
A scary time will be coming
A time of change, none can see
A time of becoming upon us
A time when the world must repeat
And re-purge and re-cleanse and re-charge
It is due for a break
The trees tell me this
They whisper in their leaves
With the sweet wind making music as it runs through