The Simple Joy of Trees
As I walk, breathing in the scent
of spring’s green explosion,
I am ablaze with awareness,
as if I can actually hear singing
coming from every tree I pass.
Not words sung as much as pure
ecstatic joy, the freedom of branches
swaying and dancing in celestial reverie.
I see each one, oak, ash, sycamore, maple,
all as unique creatures, sent here to lovingly
model the Beloved’s embrace. As I walk
relishing the simple joys of trees, we bow-
tree and I- to each other -in deep gratitude,
knowing that our connection is forever,
As an Ecstatic Poet, my aim is to awaken in you, the part of you that knows the truth of your being, the beauty of your soul.