trees

The forest winds whistle and moan,
All alone they stand still like stone.
Each hour that passes, passes to no avail,
Even in wind, rain and hail.
Some are dark some have less tone,
All alone they stand still like stone.
At the end they just drop,
When they start there is no stop.
Don’t be in the path otherwise nature will have its way,
Still they stand like stone until the very last day.