Downy heads,
forest of the venerable,
sit in judgement of our age.
Shaking quaking locks,
they shudder at the cruelty
of those designed for love.
Juried leaves flutter anxiously in gossip –
“Did you hear that he …”
“She did what?…” –
and trunks tremble with disbelief.
So much boldness
in the ways of deceit and faithlessness.
Wind mourns softly,
ruffling the feathers of the Elders
who silently pronounce
the humans in the dock
guilty…
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
I must say your creativity takes me to places I would never have dreamed.
Trippy! 🙂 Thanks, Lyle…
WOW…WOW….WOW…Love it!!! 🙂
Thanks Kathleen! 🙂
this is lovely, the photo and the poem 🙂
Thank you Lee!
Excellent–both photo and verse.
Thanks Caddo!
nice imagination
Thanks!! (I finally have an outlet for it!) 🙂