talking to you is like talking to the trees their

whispers floating through the wind their leaves

escaping during the harvest opening up to the world

below 

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apples blossom only to be plucked too soon from their

respective branches, eaten thoughts on your shoulders,

too heavy shaken like the leaves, zephyr 

​

I always listen to the trees when they talk full of

wisdom and guidance, 

but the trees are not talking to me anymore and I am

lost in the forest.