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Secrets of the Trees

The trees spoke to me

With incessant ecstasy

They hold the secrets of the mysteries

Of the land and beneath the seas


They told me of the secret of the sky

And the reason children ask “why”


They told me why the buzzing bees

Never care much for cheese


They told me that they also cry

Whenever one of their kind would die


I was in awe and felt weakness in my knees

After I learned the secrets of the trees