Stop.
Listen.
Listen to the trees,
as they blow in the breeze.
Each species has a different voice
in the manner of its own choice.
Quaking and shaking the Aspens go
while the pines rustle even through the snow.
Making the mountain sound as a rushing river
as the trunks and branches bend and quiver
with kef and ease
Listen to those trees.
Listen.
Won't you please?
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