Red Leaves in Spring
Maybe
I’m more like a tree
I
don’t think about what trees do
They
are there
So
my son says
They
are important
When
he puts it that way,
I
agree and then think about
How
vital they are to me
They
feed my eyes
Restful.
The trees soothe
My
whole being just seeing
Wound
in the woods
Wandering
free among the trees
They
shelter me and so many
I
breathe deeper the further I walk into
Great
groves of them standing firm
Finding
my heart in them as they sway
To
the raw rhythms of the earth
The
trees form a choir of comfort
A
gang of glorious perched preachers
Whispering
scripture’s very essence
Witnessing
of the Almighty’s hand
In
each sapling they sing
A
song so simple and sweet
They
are there
Do
we notice?
Planted
a tree today
And
it felt good
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