Trees
By
Jean Lee
Are you the one that has been in my yesterday?
Am I still in your memory?
You know my stories and quiet moments of silence in
somber overlay
That from time to time emerge in a way so peremptory.
In the morning, you whisper sounds of hopes through balmy
sunray
At dusk, you bring me to tears pointing toward the sky
where my father is so gingerly.
Trees, you are listening when I pray
Then keep me stay peaceful in my trajectory.
Each time I get lost in a maze to my dismay,
Your changing colors of leaves have taught me life is
full of mystery.
Will
you be there for me in my twilight years in the same way?
I
know you won’t judge me and say “now you’re an old lady who’s so peppery”.
Leaning
on your wide and sturdy trunk as I lay,
I’d ask for a long, long whispering of the good old time so
savory.
The stories would never seem dull or bewhiskered to me.
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