Leaves whispering stories in my ear (25)

Where i live, when i open the window i can hear the leaves whispering almost at every hour of the day. No matter if day- or night time, the trees are never calm. They are talking to each other, and sometimes, when i listen very attentive, i imagine i can understand some of their words.
When i write and the wind is playing in the trees in front of my window, i feel as if better words would ramble through my brains. it's not something i can explain adequate. But i'm sure the leaves are whispering stories in my ears...

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