Trees talk In a language we don’t understand The colors are their words Shouting far across the land — Shedding their thoughts Piles in the yard We mulch them to pieces Bags curbside to discard — Carried by the wind Spreading the word Mingling with other leaves Just wanting to be heard
Trees talk
In a language we don’t understand
The colors are their words
Shouting far across the land
—
Shedding their thoughts
Piles in the yard
We mulch them to pieces
Bags curbside to discard
—
Carried by the wind
Spreading the word
Mingling with other leaves
Just wanting to be heard
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