The language of trees

They whisper and talk

In a language only they know.

The language they speak is very simple,

Made up of creaking and rustling in leaves.

They won’t teach those who care not 

But they’ll teach those who listen. 

Those who listen may not understand 

But if you do.

You’ll hear a story of pain and torment,

A tale of life and death,

A story of great accomplishments,

A tale of great regrets.

The language of trees is very simple

But they’ll only teach those who listen.