The Memory of Trees

Send us Fan MailThe Memory of Trees Alongthe lane,and beyond the curveof the rising hill,our trees knot and whisper, their leavesarching highoverhead,their branches sway,the wind, soothestrembles,and wanders,between sky, cloud and sea, and along that beach,beyond the crestof the last edge, the last curve of tides, and a distant shore,we walk and remember, for the timewe thought wasin front of us,for we neverlistened to our footsteps,and what had [email protected]