THE TREE’S WAY
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The high trees are honest folk; They do not stand so much aloof Up under heaven’s roof, Altho they are earth’s fairest cloak. Their lives are very calm and slow; They wait for coming things to come, They wait, they rest, they ponder some Purpose forgotten long ago Like quiet folk; And sometimes I am moved to stroke Hand-greeting as I pass them near, And often I am sure I hear An answer from these stately folk!