I Watch The Trees Poem by Phil Soar

I Watch The Trees



I watch the trees, hoping to witness them breath,
As a breeze rushes through them, breaking down leaves
And once the leaves fall, and lie spent on the ground
The breeze is the only thing that makes a sound.

Friday, January 6, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: nature,trees
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