The Whispering Willows

Hustling and bustling
this land is
Bustling with trees
so tall and so old

As I walk by
in the silence of the night
These grand old trees pass on
a rustling message,
all in perfect harmony
A sound so magical,
it seems to possess me,
it seems to hypnotise
I think it tells me
they are alive!

They are breathing!
They are whispering,
that this is their time!

After the day is done and
all the people have gone
They make merry
all night long
till the sun rises and
rings the gong!

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