Whispers filter through the tree’s
A call to arms hidden among the leaves.
Rising tides, foaming sea’s
What will the end truly be?
Mankind’s folly, controlling Earth.
We are consumed – fuel for the hearth.
Whispering Tree’s
About Me
A Simple man who dreams of being an Author one day. A lover of poems and stories of all types. A dreamer and a tale weaver in my spare time. What little I have as a father of three. Come sit by the fire, and let me spin my tales, let me speak my rhymes, and show you, a quite good time.
RedRavenPoems 
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