you can hear the trees whispering. no, im serious, you can hear them whispering if you just stop and listen and stop being so concerned with silly human trivialities. they whisper to each other about the secrets of life, to the squirrel that fell off a branch on the cedar. it'd help you out a lot if you listened, maybe you'd learn something. maybe you'd stop worrying about what to wear, what to say, what to do. maybe you'd stop running running running to your grave. maybe you'd finally start caring.
i personally like to watch the trees dance. the branches swaying to the rhythm of the wind. sometimes they move individually yet in synch and other times they all move in circular motions and shower you with golden leaves. people would ask me where i learned to dance. i didn't learn. no one learns. learning about dance, art and music isn't art. it's a replica of something that's been done numerous times before to someone else's liking. the purest form of art is not learned, it's expressed in a language that only the individual who is creating can speak, but everyone else can understand or relate to. every single person on this earth has a personal yet universal language. just listen. listen to your self and you'll finally begin to hear what the trees have to say.
