Spirit of the Trees

I see now that you

have a face and mouth

hands and many eyes

peering from the depths

connecting me with something

far within myself

 

your arms reach out

long and wide to embrace me

you hold all in your hands

 

sun and sky and earth

merge

in your gentle majesty

 

I place my hands upon your bark

my light cascades into the ground

 

I can feel your roots

and the roots of your brothers

your sisters and your kin

 

bury me

 

I hear the sounds

of your slow voices

I sense the spirit within

 

the spirit that guides me

flourishing—

 

you have stories to tell.

I will listen.

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