I Listen to the Trees
They tease the clouds and tame the hills
Tickled by moss, they laugh into rainstorms
Thriving in carpets of cement and mountainous landfills
The trees talk of truth
They know how to swim
They compete for their lives
They survive fire and storm
Only to be cut down with knives
They give all that they can
Knowing they will return to the dirt
Wisdom of the world’s master plan
They stand through sun and drought and hurt
The trees tell secrets
Of ancient tales and early death
They follow where the seed goes
And grow with each breath
This poem is about:
Me
Our world