Mysterious Trees
Alone amongst a forest of foreboding trees
I hear restless rustling of whispering leaves
they rise and fall, are held captive among
the windy utterances of an ancient tongue.
Wild words can be heard, like woodwinds, disturbed
cloaked and rooted in time, their meanings preserved
I listen as I roam, through stoic, staunch groves
as I try to discern the deep secrets they know.
Do I hear woodsy lyrics of timeless songs?
I move to mysterious tunes and sway along
as mist rolls into the forest and blankets the earth
I feel the heartbeat of trees and their endless worth.
Written on 5/16/2022
Copyright © Laura Leiser | Year Posted 2022
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