Our Trees, micropoetry by Ilyse Fein at Spillwords.com
Olena Sergienko

Our Trees

Our Trees

written by: Ilyse Fein

 

Do they breathe? Yes!
Do they feel? I do not know.
And yet I feel them, hear them
joyously singing, dancing
in the wind and rain,
calling out to all–Come.
Shade in my shadows.
Nest in my boughs.
Rest and find
comfort.

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