Trees

I talked to the trees, but they locked me away,
I listened to the rustling leaves as I sat down to pray,
I shuffled along the lane as the wind blew high,
I sat down on a log and watched the world go by.
 
The wind blew the branches and it made them sway,
The sunlight trickled through the autumn leaves on that day,
The reflection of the trees silhouetted on the still water lake,
The birds chirping in the trees is a sound I’ll take.    

By Tam Laidlaw

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