The Tree's Secret

In the forest, where trees speak secrets,

Whispers rustle through the leaves,

Their roots tangle like the knots in my heart,

As I walk, haunted by what I perceive.

The trees tower above me, grand and true,

But what secrets do they keep hidden away?

Do they know the depth of my love for you,

Or the fear that I will never have my say?

Like a patient etherized upon a table,

I am paralyzed by my doubt and dread,

As the trees watch me with their knowing eyes,

Their bark a canvas for secrets unsaid.

I long to touch their rough and rugged skin,

To peel away their layers and find the truth,

But like a thief in the night, I fear what I'll uncover,

And the pain that it will surely produce.

So I stand here, frozen in time and space,

As the trees continue their whispered chatter,

Their secrets safe within their wooden hearts,

As I long for the courage to climb their ladder.

For like the trees, my heart is a secret,

One that I long to share and set free,

But until then, I am but a silent observer,

In the midst of a forest, full of secrets and mystery.