Arlyn

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TREE TALES

IN MY BACKYARD

The trees have stories to tell
But they say not a word
They stand perfectly straight
until the breeze comes by
to coax their tales from them

Gently first
their leaves will tingle
shiver slightly with memories

Then the wind picks up
Their branches sway
discussing with their neighbors
gossip of the day
They giggle in delight

That is until
a gale descends with force
that bends their trunks
as branches scream
in all directions

You hear them
pouring out their hearts
their fears
You hear them scream
in torment “remember, remember when…”

Oh wait…
maybe that was me

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