Poetree: Secrets © Poem by Roann Mendriq

An ancient tree stands in a glade,
A treasure trove of spoken word,
Of those who speak within its shade,
Oh my! the secrets she has heard!

Intriguing tales of mystery,
that cause gentle leaves to flutter,
Dark morbid tales of history,
in vivid words that men will utter!

Maidens come with lovelorn stories,
of broken heart and dashing beau;
Triumphing in young love's glories,
in bashful whispers, eyes aglow.

Each secret stored within the tree
lends voice to age and ancestry...