All is calm below The soughing trees above Protect this hidden space The depths I've learnt to love. Richness in these lanes Hold such secret there, A hidden wealth of nature Makes me linger there. Echoes in the wind; Gentleness beneath the trees ; Vibrancy beheld; The beauty of the leaves. Pastel shades of green Whispered feathers blown. Muted creatures stirred The lane gives up its throne. The secret lives it holds Twisted stories it could tell of folk who walked its path This lane I know so well.
Ruth Partridge 
Love this and have often wondered what the trees might be thinking. Your poem also stirred an image for me I’d like to share with you. “Twisted tales” reminded me of Sedona AZ, where there are said to be several energy vortexes close together and that the Joshua trees actually twist in the direction they swirl
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