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noreply@blogger.com (lynnlouise) — Sat, 04 Jul 2015 09:35:00 +0000

click to hear and see excerpts from the Kaha:wi Dance Theatre performing the enchanting interpretation of the age-old Iroquoian Creation Story by Santee Smith!

Whispering Trees by Grace Gardiner

Lying in the breeze, just listening to the trees whispering to me

“Don’t tell anyone” they would plea

“Don’t tell anyone the truths about what we’ve said”

They all stand there so innocent in the ground

You’d never think a tree would make even a little sound

But I can hear them whispering to me

Telling me I’m not wrong

People disbelieve when I say I talk to trees

They just laugh and think I need some sleep

No one thinks they’re alive

I know they are, you just have to look deep inside

I’ll go to visit my trees after school

Ramble on about all the stuff I have to do

But they don’t mind

After all, trees are so very kind

They like to be touched by the softest hands

Gliding over their bark

They love it when the moon and stars come out

Hiding away in the dark

They told me they like it when the summer comes

And warms up the soil

When their leaves turn bright green

Unlike the frozen winter sod.. Ugh,

It makes them coil

They told me I’m different to everyone else

They told me I understand

They told me to always believe in the impossible

They told me to never look back

When I have to say goodbye

I can feel a tear at the corner of my eye

I’ll give them a hug one by one

Tell them I’ll be back tomorrow

Maybe I’ll ask a friend to come

Oh how I love my trees,

I love my trees that whisper to me.