In the Swaying Trees
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stevewaldrop
stevewaldropStoryteller, Poet
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In the Swaying Trees

by Profe Steve

I hear you in the swaying trees As rustling leaves sing odes of praise.

I hear you in the swaying trees As rustling leaves sing odes of praise. Slow babbling brook my senses please And nesting doves their anthems raise.

Among low twigs and blades of grass, Swift and silent workers at their task,

Among low twigs and blades of grass, Swift and silent workers at their task, Gathering good ere warm days pass; When cold winds blow in rest shall bask.

Buzzing bees ask not the reasons Why they dance amid the flowers

Buzzing bees ask not the reasons Why they dance amid the flowers Yet observe the turn of seasons Though do not count the passing hours.

All fill their chosen roles each day As softly, sweetly flow the years.

All fill their chosen roles each day As softly, sweetly flow the years. Nature's rhyme e’re guides the way And kindly wipes away time’s tears.

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