QUIETLY WILD
By: Cassie Norton
The trees speak to me.
They whisper secrets of the things they have seen
And remind me of things I thought I had forgotten.
They sing me songs of an ancient world
Now disappearing
And comfort me when I feel alone.
They wave as I pass by
And often welcome me into their arms.
More than once
I have fallen asleep as they rocked me
Their softly sung lullabies
Weaving ethereal tapestries in my dreams.
I am free with them
For I know they do not judge
And I am safe in their branches
For I know they will never drop me.
Sentinels of the wild
They watch on
Silently
Standing guard over seas of green
And the countless sparks of bright, scurrying life.
Content with what they are
They have found their place
As I hope to one day find mine.
“MT. MARCUS BAKER” By: Mitzi Peine
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