I think that I shall never see
a soul as sanguine as a tree:
Thousand tongues twittering, whispering
as the wind through the leaves, rustling –
Giddy-UP the tree trunk grows TALL …
stairway to the sky, ultimate law.
If left alone a tree will thrive;
Ancestral conversations MINE.
Fingers stretching, tender tree twigs touch
Spectral currents sigh – it’s a bit much.
Place your hand on a tree and listen,
sanguine sap, a tree’s solution.
(Kudos to Joyce Kilmer…)