The waves build through the treetops

crashing into the silent morning

shifting a mountainside

to a tidal flow

subsiding to a sigh

as leaves and needles turn

into shade and sun

but those waves return

a repeated cycle

as the treetops rush in their symphony

bowing and waving in a salutation

standing watch over the day and the night – Caroline A. Slee

Whispering Trees #MondayBlogs

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