Do you hear them laughing?

Have you ever sat atop a beautiful mountain and been perplexed? Not by the beauty or mystery of it, but by the question. Can you hear it? It's like the trees speak to God and taunt us with the mystery of the question. It seems as if they rumble with laughter when the wind blows by or when they drop snow from their heavy boughs. Maybe they laugh at us for the stupid things our humanities bring out in us. Or maybe they are leading us on, trying to give us hints into understanding that one question that we ourselves can't put into words. Whatever the case, I feel like they hear me and that we have an understanding. It may be silent, but it's clear.