Tall Trees In The Mist
A Sonnet Of Possible Sentience
Introduction
This is a vaguely mystical sonnet inspired by a line I heard, but I can't remember where, about the arms of trees reaching into the fog.
The music is "Them Big Oak Trees" by The Wonder Stuff
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See The Tall Trees In The Grey Mist
Branches Like Arms, Twigs Like Fingers
Spreading Arboreal Limbs Twist
With A Frosted Fog That Lingers
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Branches Covered With Spider Webs
Reaching To Weave A Cloth Of Cloud
Twig Fingers Grab Wisps Of Wet Threads
The Silence Of The Wood, So Loud
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The Trees Are Stood, Weaving A Story
From Mist And Low Cloud, Skillfully
The Trees Arms Reach, But Can They See
The Art They Are Making For All To See
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The Trees Are Quiet, With Mist They Weave
But If You See, Will You Believe?
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