Adrienne Rich - The Trees lyrics

The trees inside are moving
Out into the forest
The forest that was empty all these days
Where no bird could sit no insect hide
No sun bury it's feet in shadow
The forest that was empty all these nights
Will be full of trees by morning

All night the roots work
To disengage themselves from the cracks
In the veranda floor
The leaves strain toward the glass
Small twigs stiff with exertion
Long-cramped boughs shuffling under the roof
Like newly discharged patients
Half dazed, moving to the clinic doors

I sit inside, doors open to the veranda
Writing long letters
In which I scarcely mention the departure
Of the forest from the house
The night is fresh, the whole moon shines
In a sky still open
The smell of leaves and lichen
Still reaches like a voice into the rooms
My head is full of whispers
Which tomorrow will be silent

Listen the glass is breaking
The trees are stumbling forward
Into the night winds rush to meet them
The moon is broken like a mirror
It's pieces flash now in the crown
Of the tallest oak