If only trees could speak
I wonder what they'd say
If they'd tell of long, gone stories
of way back in the day
Where warriors fell beneath them
and lovers carved their names
Of raging storms that blew thru them
and of moonlight's dusty haze
I wonder if they've cried at life
or laughed in spite of time
I wonder if they've bared the burdens
that have traveled thru mankind
Oh, only if the trees could speak
they'd tell of civil wars
of brothers fighting brothers
of land etched with Indian souls
I wish I could converse with them
and tell them all my dreams
I'd take away their sorrows
as too, they may seem
to live in peaceful solace
their roots go far beneath
the soul of every man...
who dared to hear them speak

© 2000 Lady Camelot

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