“Trees are the earth’s endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.”
in enviable patience and fortitude reaching limb upon limb up to the sky.
in the golden rays of the sun content to hold their ground.
young buds that turn into a myriad of green leaves.
a glorious mane of leaves in the gentle breeze.
as rain tickles their verdant leaves and trickles silently down their limbs.
into joyous laughter as driving rains dance among their shimmering leaves.
Trees sway and thrash
like a rampaging stallion against the roar and shriek of thunderous gales.
Trees moan and wail
in chorus at the raging storm;” I am here to stay”.
. Trees creak and crackle
through summer drought sipping deep from their root tips.
as dark electric clouds loom snapping, crackling, thundering dry and angry.
in autumnal rains, gratitude thrilling through their red and golden leaves.
crowned in glistening snow, the crystalline beauty that surrounds them.
the earth in a life-giving glorious cloak.