Tree Talk
But soft,” whispered a forested tree.
“Someone comes this way.
If woodsmen, asked his brother,
will this be our final day?
They carry no weapons, saw or axe—
perhaps just pilgrims, come to pray.
Like boats to safe harbor then let them steer,
and find peace among us this joyful day.
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from the Childhood Remedy and Other Such collection
