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Trees
I feel the living presence of the trees
Stand high beneath the moonlit sky
I see their shapely shadows tall
Across the green where they fall
When the Queen of night is high!
As a shelter for lovers comfort
Nesting birds among their boughs
Branching arms that hold the light
As evening changes to the night
And spreads its shade for me now!
If myself a breathing tree
With a babbling brook nearby
On grassy slopes running steep
Strong roots run long and deep
So I can drink when I am dry!
Before the night falls silently
And its spell has lost its power
Before the lush green tableau fades
And the traffics roar invades
A distant clock strikes the hour!
Beryl McMullen
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