The whisper of leaves
Blowing in the wind
Trees tell stories over and over again
It wouldn't help to sit and listen
Humans are different
They're never true
They blame you for the tragedies that were put upon you
They judge your life
They judge your skin
But trees have a heart deep within
So next time you sit next to a tree
They tell old tales
The whisper in their leaves
YOU ARE READING
Hidden Pride
PoetryYears of depression bottled up and pour out. TW//: d*pression, su*cidal thoughts, self loathing, etc All poems are the authors original creation. Do not steal!
