TREES – another thought

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…)


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