A Tale on Barkened Suits

TM Spaulding
There are secrets that exist,
In the time worn veins of falling leaves.
Listen carefully, persist,
To the mournful tales of aged trees.
Many proud and virtuous all,
Great oaken Kings.

Hearts of life, filling beasts with awe
In past dreams.
Not of men, not of men's shift.
Risen from mossy turf, limbs held high.
Time forced thy pure souls' adrift,
Through the endless realm of careless sky.
Sad lovers of life, come back home
Rest in the roots.
Far from harm, lest your spirit's roam.

Published by TM Spaulding

I am a freelance technical/creative writer with 15 years experience. My studies include marketing, pr, design, & advertising. I love reading, scrapbooking, hiking, & playing with my son. I often write about...  View profile

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