When She Speaks To Me

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From the bark of a puppy dog
to the croak of a bullfrog
She knows the language of life

From the pussy cat’s “Meow”
to the Willow’s humble bow
She knows the signs of strife

From the Raven’s rowdy “Kaw!”
to the roses raised for all
She sings for the whole gallery

shroom forest

But when she speaks to me

the woods become one tree

and peace reigns in the valley

for UT, who loves her gladly

with a madness

u-n-d-i-s-t-u-r-b-e-d

♥

© Uncle Tree

42 thoughts on “When She Speaks To Me”

  9. *In Love* seems to be a no-brainer ……oh heart wood enable us to stand tall and our heavenly flowers to be seen by all and peace to reign in the valley ❤

  14. Thank you, Ed! I second your motion.
    In love we are. Oh, yes! ❤
    In, on, and with luv, bruv 😉 Peace, UT
    (That which has no-brains goes without saying.)

  20. Ah, this is so perfect, and just the way it should be: “But when she speaks to me the woods become one tree, and peace reigns in the valley”

  24. Beautiful thoughts you have spun Uncle Treehouse 🙂
    I like it
    Take Care…You Matter…
    )0(
    maryrose

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