Their leaves whistle, flags that twist, spin.

Delicate fingers caress the wind

They whisper a foreign language,

known to only a few

Who listen but do not speak.

They tell no lies,

take nothing that does not belong to them.

They do not measure love,

nor the warmth of an embrace.

they protect us from pouring rains,

shadow us from blinding sun.

they speak of hidden truths,

Companionable silence,


a trembling rootedness.

they stretch their hungry limbs,

endlessly grasping,

reaching to an empty,

never ending sky.


Author: moonmaenad

Unskilled Navigator of this ocean we call life..somebody throw me a lifejacket STATโ€ฆor a clever and friendly dolphin

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