When I can't sleep, sometimes I will lay out in the grass and

listen to the trees argue about the weather or how hard the

wind was blowing that day. Sometimes they make me want to jump into their conversation and ask questions like what does it feel like when the wind blows hard or if they can feel when a bird or squirrel land on one of their branches or something else completely random. Most of the time I just listen to them and wonder what it would be like to be anything other than me. During the day, if it is quiet enough I can hear the flowers sing, it’s not a song with words, more like a melody that sinks into my soul. I often find myself humming the tune without thinking about it. At night the flowers sleep while the trees argue. Tonight, however, is different. I don't really know why but there is something different in the air, almost like a feeling of impending doom. I don't know what could possibly cause such a feeling, but I think it is time for me to break my silence. Time to let the trees know I can hear them and hope they will talk to me.Hopefully they will tell me what it is that I am feeling in the air. Surely they would know? Right? They must be ancient, or at least really really old.