Tree Whisper

Tree Whisper

The trees are never still
They Brush against the houses crow
Swaying like a crowd listening to music
Dancing

The trees sing
And only the drips of the eyes hear
It’s the sound of the mountains staring

The trees are cold
One tree connects to another
And gives away the age
Some times I think it says my name as it coughs

I Love the crackle of the trees
The falling leaves
And know it will breathe
Inside the trunk

All are welcome
The trees sing out
Let all work with me
I am the old oak tree
And I whisper
How the blossoms bloom

They Brush against the houses
Swaying like a crowed listening to music
Dancing

The trees sing
And only the drips of the eyes hear
It’s the sound of the mountains staring

The trees are cold
One tree connects to another
And gives away the age
Some times I think it says my name as it coughs

I Love the crackle of the trees
The falling leaves
By Lucy