THE WHISPER OF THE TREES

I stare at the empty sheet of paper -	I close my eyes
Should bind a book				and in front of my eyes
but what would it be like?		an image starts to take shape -

I look out of the window			An image,
and I see the restless trees		that makes my blood rush
swaying over the water.			makes my fingers itch
What are they afraid of?			and before I know it
What are they whispering?		I´ve made a book in my mind.
	
I have to go closer				A book
to hear the whispers.			that holds the whisper of the trees...
Great calmness takes over me,
I am silent
hardly breathing.
I let the trees tell.
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