Trees Whisper

Our blessed, blue planet orbits

into new seasons, north and south.

Here, on Earth's north, sunlight's path 

through the atmosphere lengthens,

its brilliance deepens into 

a golden glow to fall upon trees.

The trees sigh and whisper Autumn

the time of sequester

before the sleep of winter.

All Earth readies 

for a new, yet old cycle...

north Autumn

south Spring

half an orbit later...

north Spring

south Autumn.

Miracles play over and over,

again, yet again.

Who are we?

Will we happen again and again?

Will golden sunbeams shine on us

here and on others all over Earth?

Are we Miracles, too?

What is our next cycle?

How will we share?

Are we listening?

Trees whisper answers.

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