With words we cannot hear

I looked outside my window to see what I can see
And a row of mighty pine trees were staring back at me
Reaching out so nobly and touching air and sky:
Each of them were whispering  words for you and I

Not the kind were use to; where, we can audibly hear
The consonants and syllables echoing in our ear;
But, rather the spirit language: universal as can be
Riding through the breezes to instruct both  you and me

This language of the universe,the very first of all:
Cries out from rocks and mountains and from the plants so small
It speaks through all the streamlets and from places everywhere
To let us know we're valued and in the Great One's care