The sun came through the branches of the tree above her, and Ruth looked up past them. "I think she listens," she said, too softly to be heard.
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don't go back to sleep.
There are occasions when you can hear the mysterious language of the Earth, in water, or coming through the trees, emanating from the mosses, seeping through the under currents of the soil, but you have to be willing to wait and receive.
You and I can turn and look at the silent river and wait. We know the current is there, hidden; and there are comings and goings from miles away that hold the stillness exactly before us. What the river says, that is what I say.
Or thou might'st better listen to the wind, Whose language is to thee a barren noise, Though it blows legend-laden through the trees.
Listen as the wind blows From across the great divide Voices trapped in yearning Memories trapped in time
She would have liked to sit upon a rock and listen to words, not of any man, but detached, mysterious, poetic words that she alone would interpret through some sense inherited from sleep.
Listen to the trees talking in their sleep,' she whispered, as he lifted her to the ground. 'What nice dreams they must have!
The wind is us-- it gathers and remembers all our voices, then sends them talking and telling through the leaves and the fields.
From the evening breeze to this hand on my shoulder, everything has its truth.
I heard the spring light whisper Above the dancing stream, The world is made forever in likeness of a dream.
Tread Lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisies grow.
