The trees are swaying
The leaves are falling
The branches creak in the wind
And then with a crashing sound
They fall to the ground.
Oak trees, Beech trees
And the fine tall Silver Birch
All live in this wood.
Willows are weeping
Branches sweeping the ground
And their sobbing can be heard
For miles around.
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Author:
Bibbeck (
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- Comment from author about the poem: From my love of nature & numerous visits to 12th Century woodland on my door-step.
- Category: Nature
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Comments2
Nature is wonderful. Good write.
Yes, trees have voices too. Great write.
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