Why yes, I did just write another tree poem. But they're just so pretty and stuff! I can't help but write about them, with all their whispery-ness and green-ness. So yeah, trees are pretty cool
(Iamadork)
They rustle so tenderly
Brushing and weeping
Branches swaying softly
Speaking to one another
With voices so secretive
Their lives hidden deep
Amidst the veil of leaves
Reach for one, come back with none
Mourning so sorrowfully
Stretch for their mothers
Join hands with their brothers
A lost beat of ancient hearts
Thrumming throughout the black night
And send leaves a-dance
Swirling beneath the warmth
Fall on the unforgiving ground
Lost and cold and all alone
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