Listen

She listens

The girl hears many things. 

She hears trees, growing, creaking and stretching to great heights.

She hears clouds,  whispering vanilla and cotton candy secrets from ice-blue sky.

She hears granite stones, foundation of the schoolhouse, muttering of ancient mountain memories, of heat and pressure long past.

She hears ocean waters, amused by self-important stones, telling them that they are but children.