Speak, The Trees

This park�"so small�"a world confined,

Its silence�"like a thought enshrined.

Where others�"roam in wider air,

Alone�"I linger�"everywhere.

The trees�"they stoop�"a whisper shy,

The paths�"like veins�"beneath the sky.

And yet�"the hush�"a greater hymn,

A space immense�"though seeming dim.

:: 12.21.2024 ::