Poetree: Trees© Poem by Roann Mendriq

Wrinkled trees like ancient men,
whispering softly in a glade;
Stand grouped together in a glen,
In the softly shadowed shade.

What glorious tales do they confide?
What marvellous mysteries have they seen?
What secret stories do they hide?
within their verdant veils of green.

Perhaps of meetings clandestine,
under their watchful silent gaze;
Within their soulful, holy shrine,
blessed with heaven's dappled rays.

If only we were like these trees,
Serenely steadfast for centuries.
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