The Wood

Bibbeck

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.

  • Author: Bibbeck (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 15th, 2017 13:44
  • Comment from author about the poem: From my love of nature & numerous visits to 12th Century woodland on my door-step.
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 41
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  • Goldfinch60

    Nature is wonderful. Good write.

  • Accidental Poet

    Yes, trees have voices too. Great write.



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