Picture of the Day & A Poem – “Chattering Tree-Talk”

These woods call out to me

As woods often do

The trees have a language

This is nothing new.

The day I discovered

The pathway inside

Cocooned, they have kept me

Safe, from the outside.

Each time I walk into

Their splendor, I hear

The chattering tree-talk

In whispers, so dear.

I’ll never get tired

Of listening in

To chats from the treetops

And roots, among kin.

The woods are now part of

My body and soul

We’re family now

A part of the whole.

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