Only the Trees

I wrote this poem when I was in high school. It was published in our literary anthology.

Why does the wind speak through the trees?

Does the tree not have a voice of its own?

Maybe it's because the wind whips wild and free,

And the trees are made of stone.

The wind is fierce, and harsh, and cold,

The trees are frozen, and colorful and grown.

Which one would you rather be? Bold.

Or would you rather stand alone?

The wind you can't see,

The trees are alive.

One beats at me,

The other looms and thrives.

The wind comes and goes,

The trees are always here.

It comes like a rivers flow,

The other starts to disappear.

The wind has no friends to guide it,

The trees are rooted deep.

No one stands beside it,

Oh the secrets it must keep.

Merry secrets they may bury,

Or dark ones hidden well.

Ripe and ready like a plump cherry,

Or emptied out like a shell.

But ah the trees do speak,

You just have to listen.

Their voices small and meek,

But their sharp tongues how they glisten.

So next time the wind is nigh,

Listen very well.

For don't utter a sigh,

The tress will speak as alas-- the last leaves fell.

Reviews

[Alan]

amazing. beautiful poem

[Cristal Bridges]

Those Rush lyrics are beautiful too! I'm a hippie at heart so anything to do with forests or animals I'm there. Thanks for your review.

[Patient Poet (Yos)]

This is beautiful :) ... it remind me the song "Trees" by Rush, love this song :

There is unrest in the forest,
There is trouble with the trees,
For the maples want more sunlight
And the oaks ignore their please.

The trouble with the maples,
(And they're quite convinced they're right)
They say the oaks are just too lofty
And they grab up all the light.
But the oaks can't help their feelings
If they like the way they're made.
And they wonder why the maples
Can't be happy in their shade.

There is trouble in the forest,
And the creatures all have fled,
As the maples scream "Oppression!"
And the oaks just shake their heads

So the maples formed a union
And demanded equal rights.
"The oaks are just too greedy;
We will make them give us light."
Now there's no more oak oppression,
For they passed a noble law,
And the trees are all kept equal
By hatchet, axe, and saw.