Wednesday, 24 June 2015
Tall trees whisper
The tall trees whisper a welcome as I enter the national park.
They know me well as I talk to them and watch her furry and feathered friends as I carefully place my feet.
There are sighs of contentment when all is well and of clear streams run tinkling with laughter.
Recently they have moaned with pain as sad tidings are brought from afar on the wind.
They tell of soot and chemicals on their leaves and of visitors that leave poison in the water.
When the wind blows the trees shake with fear that man is a monster hell bent on destruction.
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