If trees can talk,
even a mindless rumble.
Everyone will gawk,
but they remain stiff and sombre.
Perhaps they are under a spell,
imprisoned in their present demeanor.
Standing erect like a temple bell,
waiting for their rescuer.
When it rains, their only shade,
the canopy of leaves where every night,
starlight peeks through many a leafy blade,
and proudly they stand, an awesome sight.
Thank you, Cigeng. Trees are solidly motionless which inspired me to write a haiku Haiku Serenity.
[If tears can talk...], or dove cries... I liked your first line. A good write. Thank you for the work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes! They will teach us the secrets of nature. Able to understand life than, to destroy the trees around us. Nice work.
Thank you, Edward. Even when trees are motionless, they seem to be contemplating, don't you agree?