Quiet as a Whisper 

Quiet as a Whisper

deprived of breath

Older than time

witness to life and death

How is it that 

the branches reach

while sub-roots descend?

Does not each, 

pursue life’s little bends

Each guarding 

Magical, mystical secrets

Older than mushroom

younger than stardust

Thriving with life

stand noble and just

Guardians of lifetimes,

Witness to all

Of critters and pixies

Big ones and small

Tales ever hidden

Neath canopies tall

Reds in a forest 

Oh, never fall

‘fore telling the stories

Of one and of all 

Boundaries protected 

confessions ne’er reveal

Holding our truths

neath bark where they heal

Tales ever forgotten

inauthentic or real? 

You hold the mystery 

To not repeat history

Yet…

Quiet as a whisper

deprived of breath

oh, redwoods tall

stand most faithful of all

When a tree falls in the forest, it creates vibrations;

not to be heard, lest

an ear is present

to translate, rendering sound.

At this I heard a crack of approval in the forest near.