trees are walking on beaches striken by windy waves of ecological changes.
trees are silently growing.
treesvare qriting stone-age alphabets of humanity.
trees are questioning soil of automatic energy in psychogeological moves.
trees are meditating upon time and human mind.
trees are drawing sketches of wind, sunliight and moonlight.
trees are speaking to clouds of moving homes in the blue sky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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