The Guardians of the Woods

Watching over the trees and flowers They are a constant reminder That life is lived hour by hour And there is nothing finer. Singing their silent song that mortal ears can not hear They play in the trees and swing from the branches on high Mere humans can not tell when they are near But on the warm breeze you can hear them sigh. Dressed in natures wonders and bathed in dew drops The tree sprites watch over the forest with all seeing eyes They see everything there is to see from the tree tops For as we grow older, they grow wise. Paula Denise Cosner