Windsong

Written as a tribute to both my friend and the trees with whom she speaks.
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Windsong

There’s a voice I hear
In the singing wind
Powerful and clear
Like a trusted friend

Some time ago
On a day like today
You felt my confusion
And had this to say:

“Just listen and look
At the trees in the wind…
They know,” you said.
“They know,” you said.

The boughs and branches
When they sway and bend
There’s nothing to fear
Is the message they send

Those few simple words
Changed how I see
And they move me still
When I look at a tree

Daniel James Hennell, 2007