Turn your back on the trees,
They whisper, and tug at your hair
standing, watching,
you.
stand unknowing,
between furthest branch
and deepest root,
breathing the air
shared with an ageless watcher.
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Author:
R_Poems (
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- Category: Nature
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Comments2
Sweet! I have known trees just like these ageless watchers. I enjoyed this. Keep writing.
Trees, our silent best friends. I wish they could talk, sing, write poetry. Wonderful write.
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