eerily hollow the trees begin to sing
sway amid woods’ embrace
songs without words brush green and deep
held close in summer’s grace
alighting softly on long forgotten moss
turn into caressing wind
join chanting of leaves’ rustling loss
spirit waits to begin
Very nice, and soothing. I’ve feel as though I’ve been there.
Thank you so much for such a lovely comment- I am glad you enjoyed the poem.