She Speaks to Trees

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 She whispers comfort to the willow

 weeping by the stream,

 and converses lightly with the birch

 blowing in the breeze.

 In sombre tones, she asks the alder

 to share his worries and his woes,

and with a teasing laugh

 she gently chides the dog rose.

 She bows down to the royal oak

 and is confidante to the pear

 to the mighty chestnut by the river

 she is a listening ear.

 She speaks to each of them

 Then gives a voice to all the trees

 She is the song of summer

 The fragrant southern breeze

 

©Dave Kavanagh 2016

 

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