The Soul Hears the Secrets In the Trees
I feel you in the trees that, dance in the wind.
I hear you whisper, in their leaves.
Encrypted secrets shared, with we who listen, with our soul.
From my soul to your soul;
unzipped code in the wind;
sorted by the leaves.
The material world entraps all souls;
trees awakened by chanting winds,
will speak with their leaves.
Trees tell the wind, with leaf voices;
whom are the worthiest souls.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2018
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