Inktober 2022 Day 9: The Trees

As always, thanks to Andrea for her artwork:

 

You’ll never, ever know it but

Strange things they are afoot

Deep inside the forest

There’s a’creaking in the root

 

No one will ever see it

No one will ever hear

No one can ever come across

This thing that will appear

 

It won’t happen when they’re older

Mature? Will be no more

But there amongst the saplings

There’s a timberland dancefloor

 

The young trees are exuberant

You think they all stay still?

Well, you’re very much mistaken

As they’ll dance about at will

 

It starts when comes the autumn breeze

And good folk are at home

At first a gentle rustling

Then they start to roam

 

They move with gay abandon

Sway branches everywhere

They’re young and free, but you won’t see

Them move without a care

 

So next time when you’re walking

Out in the countryside

You may think you see a movement

At the corner of your eyes

 

But look again and all is still

You’ll feel a slight unease, but

You’ll never catch those fresh young trees

Walking in the breeze

 

(Unless, perhaps, you live in Dunsinane Hill……..)

 

Done