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The Trees Are Whispering
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Can you not hear them?
They say,
“What is this stranger in our midst?
This awkward creature
Who stands upright?
It frightens the deer
‘Killer’ they cry
Its kind is not welcome here
Where all is in harmony!”
“What is this odd species?
I hear where they venture
Death follows like a shadow…”
“But wait – this one treads softly!
She does not carve her
Painful symbols
Into our flesh.”
“What’s this – She is so gentle!
So unlike her kin – “
“Oh! She has broken a branch
Off the grumpy old pine…
Such sadness in her eyes!”
“Did she just apologize?!”
“He forgave her.
‘I am fine. I needed a trim’
He creaked in the wind.”
“How is this…
This… Creature…
This… Human…
Sitting in such silence?
Like a young sapling
Contemplative…
Does she hear our words?”
The whispering stops
And I smile.
