The Silent Tree Poem by Zander William Pearson

Gentle and forlorn,
Darkness creeps,
Slowly stalking
The solemn presence.

A misplaced light glistens
As the moon shines softly
Upon the tender branches
Of the Silent Tree.

And the winds lightly
Speak, very quietly.
Unspoken voices
Of the Silent Tree

And the tender river
Flows smoothly,
Life pours into the aged roots
Of the Silent Tree

And unheard by Nature,
The delicately woven song
Beautifully voiced
By the Silent Tree