The Talking Tree
There is a whisper in the forest
It sits on the edges
of consciousness,
Creeps into conversation
and says:
I
Am
Here.
Leave the trees and the whisper
is lost.
The footsteps
and laughter
and shouts
drown it out, but it is never
completely gone.
In the forest again
the whisper is silent,
But those words still beat in your chest:
I
Am
Here.
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