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The Trees Stories
Quietly, the wind whistles through the trees
Giving voice to the plants
They tell stories
Of what they've seen
Of the critters who have run up their length
Of the trials and wonders humans have dragged in
They know nothing of TV and cities
The know only what nature gave the Earth
When She was created
The know of chipmunks and squirrels
Not of iPods and laptops
They know of floods and mud
Not of plumbing and concrete
They understand they simple pleasure
Brought by walking through their land
The happiness brought by the smell of
Bark, dirt, leaves and water
The simple perfume of flowers
They know true beauty
Not that created by plastic surgeons
They know the simple pleasure of growing
And watching others grow
They try to remind us
By the wind in their leaves
But we can't hear
Through the sound of cities
I like this poem very much and was struck by the line "the simple perfume of flowers" so much. I can almost smell the earthy dampness. Thanx for this.