Trees dance for wanton hearts

I listen...to the birds calling out in their language. I hear their cries of joy or fear...the rhythm of my footsteps carries me along and i hear the song of the wind. i've never been able to hear it before but now it's clear- my heart moves but it is a sad movement... the heart wants what the heart wants but it cannot have that. perhaps if the stars realigned themselves then a different reality would set iself in motion. now i sit and watch the wind blow through the trees- dancers poised and moving so- they negotiate their ways along like fluid waves. are you blind? no do not fret, it will be coming soon i can hear it- clearly. listen to the rhythm of yourself and to that of the wind and trees whom are dancing, dancing, singing for you.