Whispering Trees

The trees are whispering
In the velvet night,
And the moonlight seeps
From their matted leaves
Like laughter on the water.

They dance behind the
Secret veil of dark,
Softly cradling the stars,
For lovers away,
Guiding their secrets beneath.

Hushed murmurs rise and
Forget their quietude,
Caressing the heartbeat
Of the slumber stillness,
This world that never sleeps.

— D.H. Lawrence

• DH Lawrence