Lie in the meadow
the trees they spoke
I heard them bellow
the fires they choke
I caught a whisper
it cracked through the air
some tongue lisper
by birth seed's lair
The leaves they rubbed
and melted green
by wood be clubbed
and eyes unseen
Was it the size, Willow, and bark stubborn
Or rustling surmise, hard pillow, and fern
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