The Listening Tree

Speak to me and my leaves shall sprout unfolding shade for all Talk to me and the fruit I bear shall ripen and to the ground fall Whisper secrets and my roots will bury them deep in earth's soil Shout in pain and my bark will bear the hurt you curse in toil Cry and weep and my leaves will brown and be blown away Murmur softly will I hear as bare branches in the wind sway.