Sister Tree, breathe me your peace.
When you breathe out, I breathe in.
We are connected.
The genetic code, in trees and humans,
is the same.
the design of membranes in the placenta,
nurturer of human life,
is the same as the Tree of Life.
This fills me with awe.
How can we be so busy, so distracted,
so claimed by the worldly,
that we forget
we come from starlight?
How is it we busy ourselves with technology
and forget it is our bare feet on the ground,
our eyes raised to the sky,
the image of sunset imprinted on our soul
that gives life meaning?
I turn off the tv, the computer, the phone.
I turn on birdsong, daybreak, Cloud Art
I place my hand upon your trunk.
In this moment,
it is only you and I,
One from 2014, re-posted for Poets United's Poetry Pantry. Do join us, and enjoy some fine poetry on Sunday morning.