How Trees Sing
not without help, wind
shushes leaves into a chorus of rattling
and wood against wood transforms
clattering limbs into percussion sticks
and on placid days,
a slow ballad of growth in the creaking,
stretching of limbs humming into sonorous sunlight,
a churning roots into muffled soil,
an anthem of life and home
Note: This poem was inspired by a prompt offered by alexandra134: "Music"
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The Poetry Project was ongoing from early 2013 through April 30, 2014. It invited readers to submit prompts, which I turned into poems. The prompts were quite varied and let me stretch my skills, like doing calisthenics. The project is over, but th...