These green trees move and grow
I told her there deep in the forest
while I inhaled the earliest morning
and in the slightest breeze she said
I’ll bet you hear them singing
And how could I say no
when she held my hand,
let me take her there at sunrise
how could I deny
they do not hesitate to sing
or hide themselves from light she said
be like the morning starlings
sing awhile amid the green
no other voices matter
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Poets And Storytellers United
Writers’ Pantry #23
Growing Along With Our Words
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Scrambled, Not Fried 
This is so beautiful! I especially like; “they do not hesitate to sing
or hide themselves from light.” 🙂
Lively and luscious green has that effect in a voice. So many things are easier and enjoyable, when the setting promotes the doing.
Awesome!!!!
Thanks.
I love trees–and being a singer, I love their voices—
Nothing more peaceful than being among trees. The stories they could tell!!
Nothing is more pleasurable that have the trees whisper to you. A beautiful poem Ron.
Absolutely gorgeous!
Yes, yes, they do sing! Love this Ron!
Bravo! Beautiful and musical. Yay to the birds!
“sing awhile amid the green
no other voices matter”
I would enjoy a morning listening to the songs on display. Thank you for sharing the image of songs among the trees.