Wind’s breath
Green blades tremble
Leaves rustles
Saplings bow
Aged oaks moan
Gentle
Fierce
Ripping
Swirling
It is all but ever still
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Green blades tremble
Leaves rustles
Saplings bow
Aged oaks moan
Gentle
Fierce
Ripping
Swirling
It is all but ever still
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I love this poem. My favorite line is, “Aged oaks moan.” I can hear them!
Thank you!