["Let us permit Nature to have her way; she understands her business better than we do" - M de Montaigne]

They're standing there for ages,
As if they are a solemn hedge,
The trees like silent watchers,
Silent in their pledge

They mourn the loss of summer,
Aware of the coming rain,
They seem to know what is at hand,
Autumn's here again

Their wilderness seems loveless,
If only they could wail,
If only they could somehow
Ease the burden of their tale

One by one, they let go their leaves,
It seems it's so much more
As if they bend their roots in prayer
On the forest's floor

A leaf falls on my shoulder,
I search the treetops for a trace
I see the sweeping branches,
Feel the wind over my face

Finally the sky cracks open,
Rain yearns to be free
A sigh slips from the rustling trees,
I know they understand me