Tuesday, July 29, 2014


Whispers of the trees
Carry their tales through the wind
Taking them miles and miles away.
Echoing from one to the next.
Below leaves dance and prance 
To the rhythm of the whispers.
Stories and tragedies 
Leave their mark 
In the songs of the mellow lark
Who sings among the whispers
Of the trees
Who see
The untold
Past that lasts
Until peace
Nits and sows
All the broken bones
Laying beneath the forrest
That are not at rest.
Be careful when entering
You may see more
Then you'll ever want to know. 

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