The Trees Are Talking
The trees are talking,
She said, as I passed.
We listened in silence
And heard the squeaking,
As trunks rubbed together
High up in the canopy, above our heads.
“Those humans come again
Up the steep trail.
Can’t stay away from what we’ve created.
This maritime rainforest
Draws them in hoards,
Until the rains come
And the days get shorter,
When they huddle indoors,
And we can converse in silence once again!”
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