Therese Gramercy . . . the girl named Trees

Silhouette of tree

Trees Dream

Trees sing,
songs that float on the wind,
their leaves rustling gently,
hinting of love before it begins.

Trees breathe,
their arms open wide,
to pull the energy down,
turn the sunlight into life.

Trees smile,
at the birds in the sky,
the nests in their arms,
their reason for life.

Trees weep,
at the destruction of man,
oceans blue turned to black,
and forests reduced into sand.

Trees sleep,
in the winter snow,
wrapped like a blanket
around their stretched toes.

Trees dream,
of lilac skies,
aurora nights,
and the love in our eyes.