Whispering Trees

Secrets are living
In every corner,
Riding the waves of
A soft summer breeze,
Hiding in colors
That follow the rainbow,
Born on the soft breath
Of whispering trees.

Rose colored glasses
Can make things seem better,
Hide all the misery
To a degree,
But the trees bare their fruit
In hushes and whispers,
Yielding the harsh truth of reality.

Sweet sighs and goodbyes abound in her boughs,
Every word ever said.
Silence and thunder and all in between,
Every thought out of every head.

You can find Heaven,
You can find hell,
You can fall down
On your knees.
Offer a prayer for
The knowledge you find
In the voices of
Whispering trees.

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