I love trees,
their leaves
bring a whispering mystery
to calm the frantic soul,
While unquiet spirits
storm and find no rest,
I only need a tree
to calm my breast.
Poems by Annie Elliott
I love trees,
their leaves
bring a whispering mystery
to calm the frantic soul,
While unquiet spirits
storm and find no rest,
I only need a tree
to calm my breast.