Poem: Wisdom of Trees

I watch you, standing silent

and still.

A witness, to all that unfolds

before you.

Your strong arms

reaching,

touching

the heavens,

while you, stay rooted

in the present.

Here.

Now.

Offering patient wisdom

to weather

the most turbulent storm.

Yet be moved by

the softest breeze.

Celebrating its song

with a joyful dance.