Whisper of the Trees by Amira

This poem is the second in a series of poems by Amira, a poet and guest contributor to our blog. We will publish one of her poems every week. We pray that these poems touch your heart as much as they did ours.

Whisper of the Trees

The trees do not shout—

they whisper.

They carry the weight of the world

in their quiet sway,

leaves trembling with secrets

too old for words.

The river does not race—

it dreams.

It sings to the stones beneath it,

polishing them with promises

only the patient can hear.

The wind does not speak—

it sighs.

It tugs at the edges of memory,

smelling of rain, of roots,

of all things that slip between fingers.

And I,

small beneath the endless sky,

listen and forget my world

About The Author

 I’m Amira, and writing has always been the way I process my feelings and the world around me. A lot of what I write comes from real moments in my life—small things that stayed with me, or emotions I couldn’t explain out loud. My poems are pieces of myself, and sharing them means a lot to me.  

About ‘Whisper of the Trees‘

I wrote this poem during a time when I felt disconnected from myself. There’s a strange calm that comes with those moments — a quiet appreciation for small, grounding things. This poem captures that gentle stillness and the way nature can feel peaceful even when you feel far away.

About Muslim Women For

Muslim Women For regularly publishes submissions to the blog. We encourage submissions from community members. To learn more, visit our submission criteria page. The views and opinions expressed in these posts do not necessarily reflect the views or positions of the organization, ‘Muslim Women For.'