#WhisperingNature

A white birch
With charcoal veins
Cracking their way
To the emerald shelves

And further above
A dusty blue
Endless it seems
Sometimes it cries
But the tears are those of life

Trickling down
The birch tree
Upon the ground
Gifting it's soul
To the roots
Climbing deep below

And the world may never know
The way I think
The way I dream
The only thing that's real
Is the whispers
Of the birch tree

And the way
Out of every soul
It's the only one who sees me.

The tears that make it grow
The thick bark it uses
To shelter it's heart
That is me
Eternally grateful
For this thing before me growing leaves.

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