Earth Speaks

When I look out my window, I see that the earth speaks. The branches of the trees gently let their arms fly out beside them in waves of greeting. I see the dust wake up as the wind carries it through that one ray of sunlight. The clouds lightly decorate the powder blue canvas sky. The wind rustles my hair; the earth speaks.

The gray sky sends messages to the earth as the snow collects. I see things being swallowed by the white of the snow as it covers our tracks. The ice slows me down as I try to hurry through my day; the earth speaks.