The Wisdom of the Trees
They know everything, viewing unsuspecting beings, as they pass beneath, they whisper their secrets upon the air. Leaf-songs no human can interpret, ride the winds like a bird, winging its way across azure skies.
bird
on a branch
rustling leaves
Owls sing their night songs among the secret-trading leaves;
the bark of a tree is more than protection; it hides secrets of its own. A tree frog scurries to grab dinner on a branch and a beetle quickly vanishes.
eyes
in the dark
crickets chirp
Mother Earth births universes within universes, but the trees are her personal library.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2019
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