the nature of trees

 
keeping within my happiness
I kiss the sky taking a deep breath
exhaling beauty into the world

on a sunlit afternoon
swimming through the air
I am one with the breeze
gentle thoughts of wow

the sunflowers wave at me
smiling at me inside
the moment is graceful
the flowers watch on as I communicate with the trees

their leaves are rustling
they are gossiping
the tulip tree will have none of it
she is encouraging the baby trees to stand up straight
such a sweet little tree

up and above the garden
I appreciate the loveliness of it's tranquility
it watches over me on the blue days
with knowledge, it is a passing emotion

they keep my private thoughts to themselves
There are tree secrets
and they are very honorable

no human will ever know what I tell them
they are the witnesses of the passage of time
the antients who covet knowledge
and keep it covered in their tomes

revealing only to a few the events of the day
and how they unfold
today they deliver me to the past
and I see them in all their glory

it is no small thing, the memories they keep
the garden itself still echoes the conversations held
in the shade of the day

my mind reaches the canopy and I see a mystic view
my thoughts unfurl this place is sacred
God rests like a mist over the trees
this is his place to think

slowly I descend to the forest floor
we miss you little tree
but remember we are always watching
little tree nymph walking the mortal realm