The voices of trees

The soothing sound of the leaves rustling filled the air.

I sat underneath the tree.
Sitting on my swing, watching the leaves swaying.
Graceful arching branches loomed over me.
The leaves provided me shade as dappled light covered the grassy floor.

All I could hear was the mellifluous melody made by the birds.
I watched as the breeze swayed the grass. 
Forming a pattern like waves on the sandy beach.

The croaks of the frogs near the pond.
The birds frolicking from tree to tree.

I sat there as the trees swayed and the leaves rustled.
Listening to the stories and secrets that they have.
Listening to the voices of the trees.