Listen
to voices of forests, tiptoeing upon the breeze,
Arboretum
arias sung, by Gregorian rustling of leaves,
Listen
to the rasping cough, of the old & cracking bark,
And
listen to the creeping ivy, heed my friend & hark.
Listen
to deep green woods, praying for warmth of sun,
Hear
within its old heart, the beating of ancient drums,
Upon the
mossy breath, of feathered fern´s soft sighing,
Listen &
you will hear the passing, of time´s quiet dying.
Listen to
the forest´s chants, relating its ancient tales,
Within old
millennium’s mantras, its eternal leafy wails,
And upon
the whispering echoes, the voices of all trees,
Listen &
you will hear choral voices, in verdant unities.
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