Kwai Chee Low
If Trees Can Talk - Poem by Kwai Chee Low
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.
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