Something real close set the trees on delight. Maybe the music from the wind. A whirling rush of energy every tree in the forest could not resist. Waiting, waiting, Readying for the performance. Then and only then would the forest ballroom be filled with dancing trees. Dancing with the wind. Little breath joins me. Grasping onto the tree branches and brush. Waiting with others. Their spoken words seemed as silent as a Navaho landscape. Little breath was there, too. When she woke up and sang. The silent song gave strength to her. Wings fly to me now. Little breath sings. Her song. S. Kamber Nil Ciuró - Airam https://youtu.be/g7rk9NKTzcg?si=43Y5VerZZfsTk70X