If one listens carefully, they may hear the mystical sound of an afternoon breeze dancing among the trees.

The trees shimmer and sway high above. Leaves shifting, restlessly waving for those who watch.

Branches creak, limbs twist and turn as the embers of summer light push past.

Leaves lean forward, back and sideways all in one swirling motion. Like beads of natures rattle, they follow and chase. There is a rush, a silence as they curl and flutter to this chaotic mantra. Like breath, there is a rise and fall, the sound of delicate harmony.

This breath (or breeze) brings with it strength and weakness, alignment as well as a distraction.

Moments pass together without the need to organize. The magic of one leaf becomes many to sing this afternoon song.

I often like joining this wonderful orchestra and whistle along with summer in the trees.

By Tom Kelly