These aged ones of timeless grace
Born in the daybreak's speckled sunlight
Arose in twilight's lingering mist
To dance in the forest primeval
Green & thick with age
They smell of velvet moss & time
Their leaves, set alive by a caressing breeze
Flicker like emeralds in the sun's gaze
They hold within, all the ancient secrets
And whisper them only to the indigo sky.
{Written by: Dawn Litchfield}
© 2011
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