The Trees Are Sleeping


The trees are sleeping,

Can you hear?

Their dreams are yet deep’ning,

Are you near?

 .

A snow serenade was swirling to the ground

As we held the air tight,

Tight inside our chests.

A snow promenade made scarcely a sound

But the wisp of the white

And the ambient scent.

 .

The trees are sleeping,

Can you hear?

Their dreams are yet deep’ning,

Are you near?

 .

Their sweet slumbering shall not be disturbed

By the squirrel’s quick paw

Nor our steps in the snow,

This still winter-land calms the call of the bird,

Until the blanket is thawed

And spring’s bounty is shown.

 .

The trees are sleeping,

Can you hear?

Tree

Tree (Photo credit: @Doug88888)