The Trees, The Wind, and a Rainbow

Weather has a peculiar way of speaking. And nature only designs to be heard by those who listen. The ones who truly listen. The world and its inhabitants are always in an ever present state of communication. If you never stop and smell the roses how will you know when it is time to rest?

Rainbows only appear in the midst of a collision of storm and sun. Light and dark are both required to call forth a rainbow. It is the most beautiful of collisions. Rainbows mean something to most cultures and religions. To some it’s pride and some it’s a promise. Someone somewhere must have gotten it right. 

The trees are sometimes just like people. They appear stoic and immovable. But they are all too living and in ways you’d never imagine. They often whisper to the wind and the wind will howl back giving away all the trees secrets. The trees are long living and most will be here when people are nothing more than dust. The trees will keep on living, continuing to praise their creator. 

The wind is something of a messenger and is nothing of a secret keeper. It howls and screams the agony the rest of the world fails to communicate. The wind has the loudest voice so it lends a helping hand to it’s dear friends. The wind and trees are good friends and because most don’t stop to listen to the trees plight the wind will roar on it’s good friends behalf. 

Someone or something somewhere is always communicating. It never stops. Whether it be the trees or the wind or a rainbow, they are all trying to tell you something. Only they know what it is they need so desperately for you to hear and only they can tell you. Trying smelling the roses sometime, they often just want you to know that you are loved.