Talking in their Sleep

"You think I am dead,"
The apple tree said,
"Because I have never a leaf to show-
Because I stoop
and my branches droop,
And the dull grey mosses over me grow.

"But I'm still alive in trunk and shoot,
The buds of next May
I fold away.
But I pity the withered grass at my root"

"You think I am dead,
The quick grass said
Because I have parted with stem and blade.
But under the ground I am safe and sound
With the snows thick blanket over me laid."

"I'm all  alive and ready to shoot,
Should the Spring of the year
Come dancing here-
But I pity the flower without branch or root."

"You think I am dead"
A soft voice said,
"Because not a branch or root I own.
I never have died but close I hide
In a plumy seed that the wind has sown.
"Patient I wait through the long winter hours,
You will see me again-
I shall laugh at you then
Out of the eyes of a hundred flowers.


Edith Matilda Thomas
(1854-19250

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