the secrets the trees told us.

yesterday was
growing up and moving on.

yesterday was
remembering
our childhood
our family
and loved ones who have
gone on.

nostalgia was strong
and we remembered
but didn't say much.

then again,
words aren't always necessary
when the memories are
so strong.

we stood by the pond,
the blueberry bush
and the trees that hold
a lifetime of secrets
in their roots.

secrets that
(if you listen hard enough)
were told to us,
whispers
in
the
wind.

© oriana dawn