The Trees

The Trees
And then came the night when the sounds ceased.
The trees still, quivering, listening, sad;
the trees gentle, listening,far;
the trees swaying just a little, hardly seen, hardly felt,
their presence, a distilled drop of dew.
The night quailed, touched the tree and fell into peace
without longing.
Denuded of knowledge and strife,
the trees swayed,
and the leaves in a gentle surprise
called upon the wind
to break open the code
of the silence between the tree and the night.