The Trees That Once Grew

Stories whisper through the air

Of the trees that once grew their branches to breathe.

The old sound of the rustling leaves

Cut down, replaced.

Majestic giants that once reached the sky

Left in their legacy, a quiet lullaby.

Their echoes sing through the earth's embrace.

In their shadows they linger, their presence that had been.

Their absence hits; their acres now gone.

The ground that once was filled with trees

Now a big suburban town.