Treespeak

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--Written sometime in the 90's - somewhere near Chicago
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From tree to tree the word doth creep
Sharing tales of all they see
Who does not know,
Who moves so slow,
Any secrets we may keep?
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The cry of life among the leaves
Bouncing song off forest floor
Who does not know,
Who moves so slow,
All that can be perceived?
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When the shade flees the searing light
In the pestilent ring of the axe's fall
Who does not know,
Who moves so slow,
Whose demise will be more slight