The words whispered by trees at night are no stranger to me

I bask in their monolouges as they speak me to sleep

Their words follow me into my dreams as I float amoung the feelings that crowd me

their words hit harder than a steel bat pounding on the concrete floor

their words leave me wanting more and more

every syllable they speak reaches to my very core

They relax my body when I am sore

The words the trees speak are kind and soft

they feel like a mother rubbing your back as you cough

you realize your mother has been dead for a while

her body is still in the house being masked with a smile

theres a woman in there but your mother is dead

the tree speak soft words that go to your head

"Shes gone my sweet love its okay to mourn"

But shes the woman who was there the day I was born

"My child shes gone no matter what you see"

That woman is not my mother in front of me

I cry and the trees listen, they wilt and they die

and then a new tree comes along to listen to your cries

"I want my mom is that so hard to ask"

The tree holds you close it rubs your back

"There are no words to console your hurting heart but know that im here forever ive been here since the start"

you realize the trees were you all along

you sang to those trees they never heard your song

your cries were futile that help was never gotten

your body is still there but your soul is left rotten