the thick-foliaged trees remain

in heavy silence as if in mourning-

do they ? no,i am wrong ;

beneath their stillness of a statue

there surges the throbbing of their hearts-

a speechless language

soaked in intense emotions-

to share with us all dear thoughts.

look deep into their souls

with all the passions of a learning heart

and catch the wave on wave of vibrations

that lap on your banks;

partake in the joys and sorrows 

of a world trapped at a spot from birth to death .

o they have endless stories

for the visiting winds that throw their arms

in friendly warmth on every branch.

are you a poet with the heart of a child?

the trees open their hearts to shower your soul !