The Singing Tree

She was walking ahead of her parents…feeling innocent…carefree when suddenly she stopped in front of a tall, old…maple tree. She stood motionless for a moment…her feet no longer moving… her arms no longer swinging… "Mom! Dad! Can you hear that? " She asked. "I think this tree is singing." Birds, shielded by the leaves were singing in the tree…hidden from her view "Yes! " Her parents smiled. "We hear it singing too." "When you hear a singing tree, " they said, "listen to its song… It means the tree is healthy and happy…it means the tree is strong." "They remind us how there's magic all around us…you can hear it in their song "And we have found they like it…when we choose to sing along." Then as a breeze began to blow her parents pointed to the tree… "Now look close, " they said, " and tell us…tell us what you see." Her eyes were centered on the tree…then back to her parents glancing… "Not only do I hear singing, " she smiled, "but I think the tree is dancing." This is the memory that visited her today…as she remembers what she had planned then she reaches down…smiles….and takes her granddaughter by the hand. "Where are we going Nana? ' She asked. "Oh, there's something very special I want you to see…. and as they walked together she whispered to herself…. "It's called the singing tree."