Secretively, the Rowans whisper tales
In tongues forgotton, like a rose petal pales
Once errant knights rode under their bows
And white clad lovers exchanged sacred vows
But now there is silence, save for the sprite
Who dance and cajol, they revel the night
But mornings belong to said Rowans of glory
Who stand for aye, and record Earth's story
Author notes
I love trees. I must have been a few trees in my past life, for I feel closer to them than I do my own kinsmen. o.O
Blarg?
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It is true that the trees talk. If you were to put them in a room that is void of all but the trees there would be sound...where from but the trees as they are talking. Some say that the trees communicate with mankind that has a little sharper sensery perception going on. thier communication can travel miles and will often go directly to the person that you know.
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Beautiful language..... and great imagery
I'm sorry it didn't make the cut 
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