the blades of grass blew in circles, changing with the breeze. in almost a rythmic pattern,seeming to follow the leaves above, which were shaking their mighty oak. rythmically twirling, stirring the water, by which it stood. swish. swish. seeming to speak. trying to tell you their secrets. reveal the beauty. the trees. the grass. the water in the lake. month after month. season after season. trying to communicate. achieving nothing, as the humans aere and are to continue ignoring their presence. though few are to understand, they continue with determination to communicate, to warn, to comfort. showing their love. showing their hope.