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