Voices Of The Forest.

Even though they are not able to speak

  They are very intelligent if you listen close

You can hear the rueful gossip of the trees

whispering serenity of the streams

the dirt quietly passing news of a person nearby

the rocks calling goodbye

as they are moved along away from each other

I really hate to bother

but I really must confess

there voices in chorus is like a room so wide as you can hear the echo

of the people nearby

the trees calling farewell

as they tumble down

the rocks and rivers frown

at the agony of loosing there friend the wise ol birch

may be heard but not acknowledged

why can people not listen

to the pain they cause

why can they not listen

to the fear the ignite

the trembling fear

so few can hear

the rumors of the forest spreading near and far

voices being held like a bar

why can they not hear the pain

it causes when the trees try in vain

to hold themselves up

as the loud monster saws away at their lives

the tree calls one last goodbye

before their voice

can no longer

be heard

even by the softest whisper

in place of their voice is

a quiet whimper

never to be

heard

again

in this

life.

one

taken

one gained

at what price

do they realize

in the end

it is us

they are  

killing.

 A new one enters

only to grow

and like its

predecessor

will be taken

for the wood

it holds.

voices taken

never to be heard again

by any one with the gift

to hear their voices.

gone away taken from all.

That is saddest of them all.