Trees Poem by Jesus Diaz Llorico

'I hear the flow of cricket sounds
as I stood alone on this wet ground
for in these trees, the higher they rise
the more it fascinates my eyes

alone on this night of distant stars
as moonlight touched the leaves at this hour
the trail of melodies in these trees
seems to tell these tunes are just for me

for there's a secret in this darkness
and some hint of hidden sadness
but I have remembered this for long
that my hum has turned into a song

it's like your promise is in these trees
that only my heart and mind sees
though veiled from the moon I know it's true
that everything around here is you.'