the whispers of the trees

when I was a child

I danced in an open field of wonder

I heard the whispers of the trees

Telling me their secrets

I watched the strange ways of man

And wondered how I would ever fit in

to this world

going to school

we donned a uniform

I see the photo

where my little hand

holds tension

thus began the shutting down

the folding up

the closing in

the becoming split

and I am still not entirely

free of it

but at least now again

my soul can dance

and every once in a while

the whispers of the trees

still speak to me

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