Author Leonora Speyer The wood is talking in its sleep.Have a care, trees!You are heard by the brook and the breezeAnd the listening lake;And some of the birds are awake,I know.Green, garrulous wood, I trusted you so! Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments