The leaves have eyes
You think no one sees what you do
You are wrong
The leaves are thousands of silent witnesses
They write my story in bark etchings
that you can't decode
The roots remember everything
When you say that I best be careful or
you'll bury me in the ground where no one
will find me, I just smile
The trees will know
They're waiting for me.
submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, FB Friday: Seraphine Louis
