By Lyrical Paradigm
There were whispers in the unknowing
She got lost in them
Often finding trees in the forest
She could hear them beating
They would bend for her
Encasing her in breathing
She would listen for her name
Wait patiently for her to be summoned
Cradled her head against leaves
The shiver of the breeze would soothe her
These trees knew things
She used their bark for cleansing
They would know her skin as melody
A tune she would maestro with her walk
Horns in her right leg
Strings in her left
They would play concertos of her scent
Weaved into branches
She and the trees would find heaven on highs
Contrasted darkness in backgrounds
She would find centers in sap
Drink from the star stuff
Her voice drowned out by shimmers and twinkles
The trees would sing for her
Moving the horizons wayward
Covering her tracks
Keeping her wild by taming her
She counted their rings to remember time
There...in the trees
she always saw the forest
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