Listening to the Trees
I came to listen carefully
To what the old trees would say,
Knowing that they had wintered well
And new leaves were on the way.
The morning sun lay on the bark
Trees weathered by the seasons,
Would need to lose a few worn limbs
Wet snow and wind the reasons.
Limbs and leaves will provide cool shade
To shelter the place I’ll sit
And listen to the summer winds
Blow songs and secrets through it.
Let nature’s peace sweep over you,
As the sun flows into trees,
Drop all your worries from within
Like leaves float on autumn breeze.