I was listening to the radio, well make that half aware of the sound coming across the airwaves the other day when I found myself quietly singing along. The song was I talk to the trees from Paint Your Wagon by Lerner & Loewe.
I talk to the trees
But they don’t listen to me
I talk to the stars
But they never hear me
The breeze hasn’t time
To stop and hear what I say
I talk to them all in vain
I have been known to talk to the trees…..
When suddenly straightening up from weeding a border only for a branch to poke me in the small of the back or when a sudden gust of wind whisks a branch dripping with rain, to land right across my face. Noting very romantic in that, is there! 🙁
I have heard the HRH Prince Charles talks to his plants, I tried talking to my weeds nicely…. But they don’t listen and just keep on growing.
I have a friend who talks to herself, no she is not the one I want to tell you about today, it is the other one, the one who talks to a rock.
TALKS TO A ROCK!
Well it is more like a fancy boulder in her garden and it has a seat beside it. Hail, rain or blistering sunshine (not that common in Ireland), when she is troubled she goes and sits on that garden seat and talks forty to the dozen to the Rock.
But suddenly my words
Reach someone else’s ears
Touch someone else’s heartstrings, too
I tell you my dreams
And while you’re listening to me
I suddenly see them come true
Who hears your secrets?