Talking Trees
Talking Trees
Under
The
Roofless
Sky
Forest
Coolness
Holds me
In
The
Vertical
Tension
Of
Ancient
Trees
I
May
Not
See
Far
Yet
What
I
Am
Feeling
Is
Quiet
If
Quiet
Had
A scent
Or
A texture
The
Forest
Coolness
Writes
On
The
Trees
As
If
I
Am
Reading
Ancient
Language
Vertically
Written
From
Earth
To
Sky
As
If
This
Language
Was
Birthed
For
Praise
Running
My
Attention
From
Feet
Upon
The
Earth
To
Flights
Of
Dreams
Unseen
Only
Sensed
Here
In
The
Ancient
Forest
As
If
Time
Loops
In
Spirals
To
Come
To
Me
From
Behind
Before
Above
Below
As
If
The
Quiet
Writes
Upon
The
Trees
And
I
Can
See
Their
Dreams
Their
Praise
Their
Gratitude
For
Aliveness