The whispers in the woods 🌲

As delicate Daffodils are drooping their heavy heads, underneath little yellow hoods

Yon tall old oak trees are looking after all their worldly goods
 
Nurturing nestling fledglings from sweet melancholy moods

But “Look and learn” those tall tree trunks have eyes

They are clandestinely coveted in a lustred leafy disguise

Where gnarled knotted notches slyly, secretly spies

From anybody who tries to hoodwink them with lying porky pies

So I creep and crawl on the very tip of my toes

Deciphering whispers betwixt that breeze that blows

But where on earth are those woody whisperers, well no one knows