This poem was written in respect of nature... |
When the Trees Speak When the trees speak they start with a whisper With a hint of a breeze and a rustling of leaves Branches spread and tree trunks bend They reach to each other like we do to friends As the wind blows and fuels conversation It’s amazing the sounds of loud vegetation From the small twig to the grand mighty oak They enjoy socializing like regular folks Some have soft voices because of small size The great big trees are subtle and wise The young little seedlings can’t seem to stay still They sway and play erupting at will A blustery day creates such a commotion Though rooted in soil, trees jump into motion And then there are bushes who try to be heard But the trees are supreme and don’t give them a word To witness the party can be such a treat Watching the trees gossip and speak They groove to the beat of Mother Earth Shaking their leaves with all their worth The trees feel alive with the wind through their hair Ignoring the humans who stop to stare So when the wind blows and you hear branches creek, Know that is when the trees do speak Angel Stewart Feb 2005 |