The Language of Trees



reach with your limbs
hold up the sky
you are my arms

rooted to the earth
against eternity
you are my legs

bend in the wind
never will break
you are my resilience

a song in the crowns
the melody of history
you are my keeper

a breath for you
is a breath for me
you are my life

a thousand years to grow
a minute to die
you are my legacy

the wail of your fall
a weeping in the forests
you are my language



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