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The Trees

The woods are
Where I go to think.
A cool dark-green cave;
Shelter from the noise of the city.

You hear the hum of bees,
And the flap of a bird’s wings,
And the pecking of a woodpecker.

You see the bright colours of a butterfly,
And the blurry wings of the bright-green hummingbird,
And the silent, tall, green trees.

As the wind blows,
The trees speak;
They whisper to one another.
“What is this small thing that walks beneath us?”

Then all is still,
And the trees sleep.