The aspen trees grow along the snow fed river.

They tremble at the slightest glance,

But stand expectantly,

The virgin forest.

It is beautiful to feel beautiful,

To long to be touched.

The aspens shiver at the exhilarating breath

The wind’s mere exhales.

Their supple leaves whisper,

“Thank you. Thank you,”

As their flattened petioles dance.

And they sigh,

“Ohhhh my.

Oh my, oh my goodness,

Yessssss...”

-jenn