The Trees Are Whispering To Me.               by David Michael Jackson The trees are whispering to me. They tell me the rain will come, that spring will bring new leaves, that birds will nest in my branches. They tell me not to concern myself with the fire nor the blight. They tell me to stand strongly and to lift my arms to the light. to David's menu        Excerpt from Sipping Copyright © 2000 by David Michael Jackson, All rights reserved Send private comments to author:  editors@artvilla.com Read the Poem Of Every So Often at https://www.artvilla.com