Tree Riddle Poem by David Pass

Tree Riddle



I have many leaves but I am not a book.
No rings on my fingers, they're all inside me.
You can't hear my bark but at it you may look.
I sigh in the wind when I'm not in the lee.

Thursday, September 1, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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