The Green Sentinel

When the clouds take over,
And the world goes quiet.
The silent sentinel speaks,
A secret of some long lost time.

Hush!! You need to be very very quiet,
To hear the whispering rythm,
To understand the silent ryhme,
Coming from the green sentinel.

The wind carries the stories,
From his leaves,
To my pages,
Staining them with ink.

He doesn't know affection
He is the mighty sentinel
Who just knows to give
And give and give
But sometimes
In melancholy
He tells
Stories
Of
Decades
And days,
Those pretty days,
When sun was not so harsh,
And the rain was not so sparse,
For him the silent green sentinel.