THE FALLING TREES
The fallen trees just say; hello.
They grace the ground and never
feel low.
Their leaves of green are now all
dead and gone
Nature tells a story of how the
trees were born.
The bird's chorus is of tuneful
sound
They make joy of the world around.
The trees are dormant as the night
time sky
The trees tell their story you cannot
deny.
The earth goes round as in full circle
to the eye
The view is magic it makes me cry.
The sky and the moon await the hot
sun to rise
The earth still turns it is a surprise.
Cuddle thy tree and the leaves shall
fall
Listen to the birds you'll hear their
call.
Love thy nature as it's the tree of
the earth
And together they make a glorious
new rebirth.
BY
DARRYL ASHTON