I hear them cry <br />Sad songs of <br />Love lost, <br />Dreams splintered, <br />Chords of no certain composure. <br /> <br />It filters through <br />The trees and little <br />Tufts of new leaves <br />To settle on the ground <br />Among last years' dead. <br /> <br />They spark little <br />Glimpses of magic <br />As if touched by <br />A faerie wand <br />Or a loving hand... <br /> <br />The tone deepens, <br />Resilient, <br />With hope of <br />New birth and <br />Tomorrow's recognition. <br /> <br />You'll never find <br />The lyrics of this new song <br />In the blank faces <br />And wearied souls <br />Around you. <br /> <br />They hang, <br />Planted like blades of <br />New grass and <br />Hopes lay tiny dots like <br />The ants that cross them. <br /> <br />So where will you stand <br />When you hear this song? <br />What will you do when <br />You recognize the tune? <br /> <br />This song in the green forest <br />Of your time grows slower, <br />Clearer- <br />Now who will you take <br />To love you, little girl? <br /> <br />They are calling for you.<br /><br />Tsani Jones<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/songs-of-trees/
