Sometimes, seemingly in the absence of wind or outside forces, the leaves will shimmer and vibrate
yet it's neighbor may be completely still.
I first noticed this as a child and had since resigned to the belief that the trees were talking. Sentient and aware of my presence is how I'd come to know and love them.
Alone in the forest, yet protected and watched over.
In the warmth of the sun, sit and close your eyes and hear the wind move among them. Isolate the sound of the individual leaves and be lost in their music.
Allow the rest of the world to simply fall away and you are left