Wednesday

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


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"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!