Strait Talk
I talk to the trees
and they listen to me
I whisper sweet nothings
they renew the air I breathe
I talk to the trees
tho' they don't respond
beats speaking to myself
in the back of beyond
I talk to the trees
tho' they never reply
my words go unanswered
don't ask them why
I talk to the trees
tho' they have little to say
so the men in white coats
they put me away
Copyright © Martin Howard Samuel | Year Posted 2025
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