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Treetop Song

It knows its own voice When light shines through its leaves; made For bird prodigies. Sun is hung up to stay In green notes high and low. Through its veins, there is a rhythm for the gifted stems to grow. When my soul's tune cannot be read, and is ragged-prone, I hear the wind within its branches; It reaches out for the bruise— To home.

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Marikate Kingston

Date: 10/16/2023 6:23:00 PM

Nature and trees leave so much material to write about. I found this to be a peaceful poem. It is so sad to see a giant tree cut down. Some are 100s of years old, think of who used to love them then. The Giving Tree story comes to my mind when I read your poem. I love trees and your poem so much.

Sotto Poet

Date: 6/29/2023 5:16:00 PM

The melodious symphony of avian voices always brings me immense delight, and I must express my sincere admiration for your enchanting poem, Paige.

Evelyn Judy Buehler

Date: 6/29/2023 2:16:00 PM

I always enjoy the sounds of birds, and I enjoyed your lovely poem, as well, Paige. :)

Yann Rolland

Date: 6/27/2023 4:10:00 PM

nature solace souls, very inspiring poem, i hear a lot of sounds, i hear birds everyday, thanks for the magical yann

John Gondolf

Date: 6/27/2023 2:39:00 AM

There is something about sitting under a beautiful shade tree on a summer morning and listening to the sounds of nature all around. I like the feeling of this poem, Paige, nicely done. John

Panagiota Romios

Date: 6/26/2023 12:28:00 PM

The poem is magical …and you, the magician-poetess know how to pack a wallop in the closing lines!zowie))))) Pangie

Valsa George

Date: 6/26/2023 4:42:00 AM

There is music in the rustling of leaves ! It is very heartening to listen to it!