The Memory of Trees

If trees could speak
the stories they could share
Of warm Summer suns
and balmy days
Of grassy meadows
and wild flowers
Their fragrance fills the air
Of soft Summer breezes
the scent of rain
The singing of birds
within their shade
The cool winds of Autumn
when leaves turn to gold
A carpet of amber
the sunset's golden glow
The cold grip of Winter
when branches lay bare
But for a blanket of snow
A time of rest
the chill in the air
The soft rain of Spring
and the new life it brings
New buds of green
and the blossoms they bear
Soon the new shoots
and the leaves appear
Within sheltering branches
creatures protected here
So many sunrises
many a new day
So many sunsets
the closing of each day
So many night skies
filled with stars and the moon
The shadows of moonlight
no two the same
The echoes of laughter
of children now grown
The soft words of lovers
where love was sown
Seasons come and seasons go
and with each new day the cycle renewed
All of these wonders
they have felt and seen
These are, the memories of trees . . .

Poem by Dianne D . . . ♥

Image 'Under the Oak Canopy' with kind permission from Des at Picasa Web Albums,this is a link to the photographs . . . thank you Des for your generosity in allowing me to use your beautiful photograph. . .