This morning I sat outside before the day grew hot. The leaves whispered in the breeze. Birds sang from the trees. Squirrels hurried about their business. Later, as the afternoon heat settled in, the locusts filled the air with their steady song.
I've heard these sounds thousands of times, yet this morning a thought occurred to me: I had never considered that perhaps this is what the Bible means when it speaks of the trees rejoicing and clapping their hands.
The trees do not speak with words, yet they are never truly silent.
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