The Trees Have Secrets Poem by Fela Payson

The trees have secrets
They cover it with leaves
They're spies and undercover thieves
But every year they lose their cover
Their shields fall to the floor
Their defences cracking, one after the other
Shedding their old skin, ready for more
The broken orange promises cry softly as they fall
Covering the floor in a temporary blanket
A break from the cold, a comforting shawl
Maybe I've got it all wrong
The trees were innocent all along
Maybe the ground is hiding
The true enemy lies where we're all residing
The ground has secrets
Cover them all
Maybe it's hopeless, needless.
By needless to say, let the leaves fall
We all have secrets after all.