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,