There are trees and there are rocks
And sometimes one politely mocks
The other over thoughts revealed
And silence overtakes the field
(As stones can take it in large blocks).
But soon, in rustic wilderness
So many noises coalesce
That you can’t help but join right in
Though stones aren’t very vocal *grin*
This one dulls of loneliness.
Are You Reading Me?
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