The Song of the Dryad

I speak for the trees
for the dead falling leaves
for spring buds revealed
for hardened knots concealed

I speak for the woods
for somebody should
for the things that we waste
for things uneasily replaced

I speak for their souls
for their lack of control
for their sad siren songs
for the trees have no tongues


"I speak for the trees, for the trees have no tongues." 
The Lorax by Dr. Seuss

1 comment:

twenty(or)something said...

Nean: I love this poem; possibly one of my favorites that you have written. I love it for its simplicity, for its rhythm, for its rhyme, for its depth. I love when there's an underlying layer of meaning to things, when you have to figure out what that means for yourself. You've accomplished that here.

Thanks for sharing this!