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The Mystery Of Trees

I wonder about the trees
Were they sad
Sad as they stood bare
In winter
Were they cold
Cold and lonely
As they stood still
Stiff and rigid
Like arthritis
Bent frozen dismal
Branches and limbs cracked
A solemn grief they gave
Tears dripped

When I look at these trees
In Spring
I see they weathered the storms
Are these the same trees
That stood in winter
Sound of the wind
Blowing gently through the trees
Leaves green and fresh
Swaying and swinging
To and fro
Bowing gracefully
Ever so low
Roots curled and twisted
Years of history
The mystery of trees
They sing an unknown song
That keeps them strong
They live on and on through the storms
The mystery of trees

June 1, 2009 Janet Irene Griffin

The wonder is that we can see these trees and not wonder more.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson

spring tree Pictures, Images and Photos


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