The sounds that the trees make

The rays caught the prism And cast shadows on the wall The wind chime played a melody As the breeze brushed through the trees The stream glistened as the ripples Brushed the stones The ravens left the tower And the piper played a tune And we stood side by side And took everything in And we waited for a sign To tell us where we should go How we should move on And take our next step Because all we are doing Is taking chances Hoping for the best Following in our ancestral footsteps Repeating what had gone before us Those ghosts are our guides And whether they are right or wrong We follow Because nobody knows which way to turn Which path to follow Whose voice to believe. So much water has gone under the bridge We read books We sing songs We dance Life goes on and we breath it all in We share tales and jokes We love and we hate We see peace and we see war And we take sides And fight for what we think is right We all have a cross to bear Some of us wear a crown of thorns Some of wear rose tinted glasses Some go out on a limb Go beyond the pale Some hide their heads in the sand Procrastinate But we are all still learning Because none of us know the rules Listen to the sound that the trees make They have been here since time began They could teach us so much Imagine the wisdom they must have Just think what they have witnessed And what we could achieve If we only stepped out of the shadows And walked into the light.