As I walk, upwards I gaze
Ask the trees, “what’s your message today?”
Begin my speech with a grateful heart
As my conversation with trees starts.
From my heart I let them know,
All of my secrets I bestow.
Confess my dreams and all my worries,
And tell them all of my great stories.
I often pause to just admire
Their essence in being, without desire.
And then I close my eyes to feel
All they find in me and heal.
While I continue to speak of me
The trees demand I stop and see
The beautiful gifts that I’ve been given
To “just be silent and listen.”
The rustling sounds of their branches
In the breeze their body dances
Twisting vines and falling leaves
A beautiful world it all weaves.
As my walk comes to an end
Thank you trees, for being a friend.
Thank you trees, for making me whole.
Thank you trees, for feeding my soul.