The tree that saw me

Walking in the forest
rustle the leaves
a watchful tree
they listen without even hoping to be
heard
watching
watching without a word
they sing to the earth
sway in the breeze
oh, my beautiful trees!
they long for the people
known as the huggers of trees
for then they can be themselves with 
ease
silently they 
sway 
yawn
Hum
and moan
look at the magnificent form of life
That has grown
till you must walk away and leave it
once again alone
 
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queenlalaladaisy

VT

15 years old

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