Know Trees
By Sienna P C
Published 15 September 2022
The trees sway in the breezy fresh air, singing a song as I stand in the leaves. Unafraid of what’s to come, trying to stop the misery, when there are no trees left. Lessons to be learnt. Rough brown bark brushes against my skin. Gentle violet flowers dance in the wind, showing me the beauty of the nature we are losing. They whisper to me in vivid voices, we’re safe here dear daughter. Don’t leave.