Empire of the Forest
Whistles of a lifetime
Whispers in the leaves
Haunting moans and aching groans
Warning feathered thieves
Many stand together
Yet none can ever talk
Lonely days and lonely nights
Lonely time for thought
Wrinkled skin of wisdom
Bare flesh showing age
Roots that reach through earthy bars
To free them from their cage
Deep and almost silent
Their only voice would be
But never said and spoken not
Desirous to be free
Angels touch their branches
And leave them blossomed hair
Luscious fruit left gleaming bright
Upon the summer fair
Yet when the sky turns cloudy
And sorrow settles in
The lonely voice and bitter eyes
Remember summers kin
Whistles of a lifetime
Whispers in the leaves
Haunting moans and aching groans
Warning feathered thieves
Copyright © Emma Gregory | Year Posted 2009
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