Listen to the silence
The forest is calling
your name
I’ve heard the trees
before
Their searching for
you today
The willow in its
quiet whisper
The raspy words of
the oak
Cherry blossoms
humming
Their sweet little
melody
As the pine shivers
and smiles
As the branches catch
the breeze
They’re wise, these
people
These people of
shattered bark
These people of
tumbling leaves
They’ve seen so much
Against so much time
More than you and me
Listen, sisters,
brothers, fathers
Sing, sing
The people of
tumbling leaves
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