DocAndersen
If the sound of the breeze changed
stopped moving the wind chimes
leaving instead an eerie silence
would it matter then?
in the green that surrounds us
in the forest of the day
there are no tigers here
Mr. Blake.
But then no lambs as well.
Do the trees listen
to the whispers. Evil trees
listening to the sound of
joyful bubbles
rising from the wand
to rise into the air
and popping
leave us wondering
was it the trees.
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This is a really old poem, is the picture as well?
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Yes
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No
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I love listening to their whispers, I hardly think of them as evil.
They are whispers, humans add the good or evil 🙂
Great song …. whisper of leaves …. this is your family my friend?
that is about 1/2 my wife’s family.
I love the whisper of leaves in the fall!
Thanks for the explanation, dear friend … but then it’s a really big family … I like the whisper of the leaves, too
yes, my side of the family is very small. My wife had a huge family!
My family is also very small, my friend
It is easier for me that way (small family) I am terrible with names!
Musical interlude “I talk to the trees, but they don’t listen to me” You know the song?
I will have to look it up, honestly I’ve never heard of it.
Love the pome and photo Doc. I like to think about whispering trees. For some reason it has a calming effect when I read these words. I believe in things many do not. Nature is more in touch with us than most realize. Just my opinion.
That was the goal. My grandfather and I used to walk, and he would always say listen to what the trees are saying.
It was his way of reminding me to slow down.