If Trees Could Speak,
would they weep for fallen leaves,
or rejoice while they wait for
new accessories?
Would their voices shroud the sound
of their rustling limbs?
Would they speak our language,
or something ancient,
old, and forgotten?
You've always been a tree, you know.
Open ears and closed mouth,
forever cursed to listen.
I'm the bird that nests in your bough.
I've found solace in your silence,
and comfort in your gaze.
I've been wondering, my friend,
is my song a calming tune
or a screech?
If trees could speak,
I'd regret watering their
blooming curiosities
all those times before.
Surely,
their mouths would run
like syrup.
My secrets would escape
and drift through the breeze,
like leaves.
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Poems, Volume 1
PoetryJust a small collection of poems by me. Includes 'Vanished', 'The Pea', 'Rebirth', 'If Trees Could Speak', and 'Broken Mirrors'.