The Trees Are Praying, Too

The Hanging Garden Tree

on the Tall Tree Trail,

Meares Island

Entering the peace 

of the forest,

a cathedral of giant cedar,

I incline my head,

bend towards 

the tender trunks.

I am attentive, 

listening.

In the silence. 

I feel an awareness,

a presence.

I sense the trees,

bending towards me

in return.

They are attentive, 

listening.

I am praying:

for the trees,

for the world,

for all the wild things.

And I can feel it :

the trees

are praying, too.

Te idea for this poem came from the book, The Global Forest, written by the forest sprite, Diana Beresford-Kroeger, who tells of an instance of communing with the trees.

I will share this with the Poetry Pantry at Poets United on Sunday morning. Do join us for some fine reading!