And I found each tree brooding; <br />Huddled together in the wood. <br />Then ‘neath the trees as I stood, <br />They loomed tall and foreboding. <br />Shimmering green and massive, <br />Rooted in time and impassive. <br /> <br /> <br />They talk to me, as I with them; <br />They are quiet and secretive; <br />Their fear of humans is intuitive; <br />And much (I fear) is contemn. <br />I close my eyes, they talk to me; <br />I talk to them; we agree. <br /> <br /> <br />They play with shadows drawn by light; <br />Some find them dark and inviting. <br />Their bark, like wit, is biting; <br />That heal the imagined slight. <br />Their tears are leaves that come again: <br />These giants that live and fen. <br /> <br /> <br />07th May 2009 <br />Copyright © SC<br /><br />Subroto Chatterjee<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-glade/
