The Simple Joy of Trees

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,

deeply rooted.