The Trees Know All Our Secrets
The picture of the trees at dusk.
I had hidden in the trees all day,until the dusky mist of twilight overcame me. Nothing you could say or do could ease the pain, or lightmy pathway from that strange madness. The trees seemed tortured as my soul,Twisted as my mind with sadness.The setting sun, behind the knollgave promise of the coming blacknessof that eternal, dreamless night. The twisted trees took great delightin hearing the flutter of my heart.They re...