Would The Trees Tell?

Did you perhaps hear ?

The murmur a while ago

Of a silkened pair of shoes,

Or the soft tenor voice

That spoke in honeyed frizz,

Or the rustle of a satin scarf

That whispered stories to the leaves? 

Or was that tuft of cloud

Adorned with better tales, 

Chronicles from beyond

The seas and the skies?

Did you perhaps smell? 

The frankincense in a pouch

Of velvet, smooth as breeze,

Or the vanilla-esque skin

Washed in pristine waters with sheen,

Or the ambrosia of that smile

That is hard to miss from across a mile? 

Or was that stretch of sky

Jeweled with a more unique fragrance,

Fashioned from icy blues

And spring pastels of berry hues? 

Oh trees! 

Would you tell me of any path

That they might have walked upon? 

They enchantment you hold

Have mesmerized them 

From time unknown.

The skies will be there

Though the clouds might morph

Extend a branch of hope

A puzzle or a sign

To find them who adored you like divine.

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