Trees Groan Poem by D A Phinney

Trees groan and wail for the daffodils who cannot speak aloud
As the bold scythe swings in mindless decision
My love is the whisper of the universal heart
Books grown from trees have rhymed my baby's breath
Yet in the shade of all you've learned you cut me down
The deep night strikes the center darkness strides the land
The seals are broken Doom awakes all feel the eyes
And single self must yield all cycles end we must realign
Listen hear the rumble in my soul the whisper we're about