RedRavenPoems

Do trees speak, in their own way?

Do they talk to one  another, laugh and play?

I think they do, it’s easy to see

If one looks closely.

The acacia tree in far flung Africa

The favorite food of giraffes.

Grows bitter when the beast starts to snack

How long will this last?

From tree to tree it seems to spread, all about for a while.

How can this be, you tell me, if they do not speak.

The oaks are a tree closer to home, filling the forests I love to roam.

They too grow bitter, and seem to share, the taste that insects soon despair.

Beech trees are also here, they grow close it’s not from fear.

The roots intertwine, it’s simply divine

The way they’ve learned to share.

One grows weaker, others give food

Soon it’s healthy, and can give too.

This is how the trees survive,

They speak, they listen, and then they thrive.