I stand and listen with the trees They are glad that I am there I give purpose to the leaves gently placed upon my path Feeling with the ferns quiet watching and awake Their green is an approving smile Leaflet fingers guide my way greeting tiny growing leaves caring not for size or height They learn enjoyment from the ground Feel the calming touch of every night Symphony of lichen moss miles of stone forever through the woods What stories they would tell to me If only I would stay and with them grow. Walking with the crickets Not moving by my view so very far They have a purpose to their life, Their canon tells to them just who they are A lifetime change with every little click. Sometimes gaze up past the evening stars. Pass music skill to offspring, so they’ll learn. Their chorus brings the night from way afar Tiny frogs that cling to stream side branch Sing their song that they might have a chance To carry on for ages not yet here and serenade for partner and a dance. What melodies of old they'd teach to me If only I could stay the while and hear The thoughts that they'd extend for me to see Exceed the very fiber of the years Dusk brings yet a gentle wind Brushes cheek and careful hidden tear That I could come and share myself with friends Into the evening close my eyes and end Perhaps I'll stay and hear and know their song that I should come and see them grow. What tales to them I'd very gladly tell Of gentle other times I've known as well DLTidman |



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