Scared

Trees are tall
Often they hide sercrets
They like to whisper
Hug our tears
Hide us from
a busy world
saving us
Helping us when
we feel stressed
We lean on them
when darkness looms
Beyond shadows
they create a form of
Protection
Trees can't humanly speak
They pass time
They grow old
They wither
They die
Life begins
Sadly ends
But it needn't
It need not be that way.
God made you and me
Just like those trees
Trees
We were meant to be.

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[Fabian G. Franklin]

I wrote a poem once called, I talk to trees. I've heard them whispering in the wind and I couldn't understand them either. :)