tree wood poem

March 1, 2012
the trees they sing, they whisper in the breeze they the heart of the heart and soul of the very essence of the woods indeed yes in the wind they sing with the sound of the leaves rustling in the wind you may hear in the night or in the day any time they sing to you they are alive they move in the tree wood.

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Jan. 9, 2013 at 1:31 pm
beautiful poem!!!
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