I wonder

I feel the trees calling through the breeze that rustles the leaves bringing welcome company to the silence of the wood

I feel the water calling through the cleansing rain falling from the clouds leaving its mark on all it touches.

I feel the earth calling through the dirt on my feet and the smooth rocks on the forest floor.

I wonder

What stories would they tell?

I wonder

Would the trees tell tales of the passing seasons? The forest floor, teeming with life, only to be met by cold silence as the cycle of life and death continues?

I wonder

Would the water speak of the places it has seen? the vastness of its knowledge? Tales from the sky?

I wonder

Would the earth tell us of the eons that shaped it? once a large and mighty mountain shaped through the centuries as its knowledge grows

Would they all tell us tales as old as time itself?

I wonder