The Trees
The trees that I hearken or hugged
Will you remember me
I used to be naughty with you
Climbing and sitting on your branch
High in he air to feel the winds
Rock your body and rustle through
Centuries later, you will still be there
When I come back in form of wind
Caressing your fresh buds
Or shuffle your golden foliage
Just as you used to refresh my heart
With your new leaves
You will surely remember me
Because I am the only soul
to hearken and hug you
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Author:
arobot (
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Comments1
Very good write, if only trees could talk they would have some wonderful stories to tell us.
Andy
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