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Whispering
Trees by Grace Gardiner
Lying
in the breeze, just listening to the trees whispering to me
“Don’t
tell anyone” they would plea
“Don’t
tell anyone the truths about what we’ve said”
They
all stand there so innocent in the ground
You’d
never think a tree would make even a little sound
But I
can hear them whispering to me
Telling
me I’m not wrong
People
disbelieve when I say I talk to trees
They
just laugh and think I need some sleep
No one
thinks they’re alive
I know
they are, you just have to look deep inside
I’ll
go to visit my trees after school
Ramble
on about all the stuff I have to do
But
they don’t mind
After
all, trees are so very kind
They
like to be touched by the softest hands
Gliding
over their bark
They
love it when the moon and stars come out
Hiding
away in the dark
They
told me they like it when the summer comes
And
warms up the soil
When
their leaves turn bright green
Unlike
the frozen winter sod.. Ugh,
It
makes them coil
They
told me I’m different to everyone else
They
told me I understand
They
told me to always believe in the impossible
They
told me to never look back
When I
have to say goodbye
I can
feel a tear at the corner of my eye
I’ll
give them a hug one by one
Tell
them I’ll be back tomorrow
Maybe
I’ll ask a friend to come
Oh how
I love my trees,
I love
my trees that whisper to me.
They
told me I’m different to everyone else
They
told me I understand
They
told me to always believe in the impossible
They
told me to never look back
When I
have to say goodbye
I can
feel a tear at the corner of my eye
I’ll
give them a hug one by one
Tell
them I’ll be back tomorrow
Maybe
I’ll ask a friend to come
Oh how
I love my trees,
I love
my trees that whisper to me. See the tree talk in the video below!