Martin Howard Samuel Poet Rhyme

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

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