Summer talk

It seems the trees
and the fruits
are talking to each other
there is an underground pact
which is whispered deep in the woods
you and I are reflected in their stories

The Mango tree says-
I want to tell you something echoing in my veins
the space between me and the sky, is
where summer filters blue to green

The Eucalyptus adds-
The wind was shaking me all night long
and I was shivering in my sleep
rubbing off a bad dream
trying to stay in the moment,
the here, now

And so it goes.

it’s rumoured the fruits too
keep a secret, and
by touching them
and eating them
they reveal stories and anecdotes
things we never knew
things they never shared, like
how they feel about themselves.

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