When the wind takes you, Let the breath go. Trees move lazily, Under the first winter's snow. A pinecone trembles, Shaking on a stem. To break or not, Is a seeds only whim. Only the nothing, Can verify it's being. What's invisible to the eye Has no less being.
A Giant Towers over Needles sharper than The woodpecker's beak that Jabs through bark to create a home. Creepy-crawlies with more than the one Leg of the great giver of shade dwell among the far Stretching toes that reach deep into the cool substance of life. The tree of life. The life of a tree.
Dappled sun upon A crunchy leaf symphony; Friend of the forest.
Getting dirty isn't civil, So we roll among the roots. Shy sunlight peeks around, Stretching fingers of the shoots. Escape from concrete jungle, To see my long-limbed friends. Humanity is at war with them, And yet none demand amends.