Silence
I reached out and touched the pool,
Tinged silver in the moonlight.
The ripples spread out to the edge,
Everything was quiet.
The trees around the silver pool,
Cast their shadows on the ground.
They seemed to whisper secrets,
Mysterious and proud, they made no sound.
And no busy insects flitted,
No birds huddled tight in their nests,
No animals hunted their prey,
Silence.
The Great Oak
His roots stretch deep down into the earth,
His branches reach out to tickle the sky.
Buds peep out, tiny babies at birth,
His trunk creaks and his leaves sigh.
Centuries of knowledge passed down through a seed,
His wisdom is greater than that of any one.
He knows of love and loyalty, not of hurt and greed,
He savours the rain, he worships the sun.
The animals are his friends,
And he provides a home for the birds.
So until the evening ends,
They sing a song of no words.
The Great Oak is wise, proud and strong,
From summer to winter, all year long.
