I Listen to the Trees

They tease the clouds and tame the hills

Tickled by moss, they laugh into rainstorms

Thriving in carpets of cement and mountainous landfills

The trees talk of truth

 

They know how to swim

They compete for their lives

They survive fire and storm

Only to be cut down with knives

They give all that they can

Knowing they will return to the dirt

Wisdom of the world’s master plan

They stand through sun and drought and hurt

 

The trees tell secrets

Of ancient tales and early death

They follow where the seed goes

And grow with each breath

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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