Singing Trees

Eerily

The silent copse stand

Very soon

Dawn will pass this way

So feathered wings

Will have their say;

Faith in branches supporting all

Metaphysical shade befalls

Adding depth to our wanderings

As we cast our rings resounding

Around pine, birch

Gum and Cedrus –

Resonant with dreams resinous

’Neath fragrant shafts

Of sunlight calls

Guiding wings

To where nectar falls

Guiding souls

To where Hope restores.

Cheung-Ling Wong

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