Trees

 

I hear them calling me, the ancient trees,

and so I go, stepping into
a world of green,

feeling my heart slow,
knowing I am seen.

Here is beauty, here is peace.

Here is the state of simply Being

with the Standing People 

who keep us all alive.

The wind whispers soft songs

in my ear. I hear the rustling

of small creatures in the bush.

Above, an eagle circles,

his flight like song -

a being who already knows

that he belongs.

Listen, the poet says.

Listen with your heart.

I hear the voiceless ones,

I hear the earth

singing her song of growth

and of re-birth.

Then all thought falls away.

The peacefulness is all.

We breathe together.

May these trees
never fall.